[Rich]

Lloyd sat in a comfy seat in the hotel bar. Rain lashed at the window, outside, the black car he and the Oddfather had arrived in was parked on the sidewalk of the street. Vehicles still buzzed past the hotel despite the late hour. The city never stopped running.
He sipped the rich Glukkon liquor the Mudokon barman had served him and looked around the room. It was nearly empty, aside from a few mafia cronies, a black suited Vykker sat talking to a Wolvark in the corner, whilst three Sligs played cards at another table. The barman sat polishing the glasses.

A muffled gunshot rang out from the direction of the Oddfathers office, yet no-one stirred, this was standard business. A few seconds later a Mudokon walked into the bar.
"Lloyd, the boss wants to speak to you in his office."

Lloyd drank the rest of the liquor and walked out of the bar into the large lobby. He followed a small corridor up to the door marked 'staff only', where a large big bro slig stood guard.

"Go right in." he grunted.

As Lloyd opened the door, a Wolvark dragged out the corspe of a Vykker, covered in blood from a gunshot wound in his chest.

"Nothing to see here." he said, grinning at Lloyd and the Big bro. Lloyd smiled back. The Wolvark whistled as he dragged the corspe towards the rear exit. Lloyd entered the office to see the Oddfather reclining in his huge leather chair. The valet stood nearby staring into space.

"Ah, Lloyd, long time no see, eh?" said the Oddfather, with a slight smile.
"Haha." replied Lloyd, humorlessly.
"Well, I'll get straight to it, dear Mr. Jones out there has just had an unfortunate case of death, he failed an important task I set him, the money is no big deal, but I can't stand incompetance. However, he was able to impart some useful information before his timely demise."

He paused as the valet lit him another cigar.

"It seems the NSSU have got hold of our boy Lenny, the problem is, they haven't given him back. Now, I don't pay those lousy, bent feds $500 moolah a month for this kind of treatment! You know how important moolah is, we don't just throw it away."

Llloyd nodded. "Yes boss, those bastards need teaching a lesson."

"That's the spirit, now, I also heard from mr. Jones that Kreager, the head of the Ratz; is in there too, got banged up after that business on East st. the other night. Now, we can break out all the fools that're in there and teach those useless cops a lesson, Kreager included, then those Nolybab Ratz'll owe us even more favours, this is too good of an opportunity to miss!"