Marcel's
Sam was late.
By 4 Marcel’s is a hopping joint with a line of customers outside waiting. They all are peering through the windows, oblivious to you. You cut down the side alley and see light gleaming off of an ork’s gold plated tusk, revealing the face of Miguel.
Miguel stands up and adjusts his ‘one-size-fitsnone’ grey suit. The seams stretch at the shoulders. He motions you inside as he unlocks the backdoor. Inside, a regiment of chefs in wildly patterned uniforms, concentrate on pushing pots and trays of food out another door into the restaurant. Another door leads you to a small dining area with a table and a few chairs. On one wall, one-way glass reveals the main restaurant. Through it, you see a waitress in a short skirt with a tail wagging from behind. Waiters and waitress host the restaurant in various states of undress, to show off their mods, tattoos, or blessings from the comet. This distraction is also why you missed the old Latino male, without enough hair for a comb over. He sits at the head of the table enjoying a breadstick appetizer and the view. To his right, a large Rastafarian stands, giving everyone a hard look as they enter. Sitting quietly by the door is a lean Latino staring out the one-way glass seemingly distracted by the outside displays. Come in, come in. Sit down. Dinner will be here shortly. The voice carried a slight Spanish accent. The Don waves you in.
The food arrives in few minutes, giving you the time to look around. It’s a deep-dish pizza, spicy fries and beer. To Omar's surprise (not sure if a good one or bad) none of it seems to be synthetic or soy based, might as well give you poison.
He takes a share of fries inviting you to join him. I am of the age to eat good food. Despite what the doctors say about fat, calories, cholesterol and all. He visibly enjoy eating them with a healthy dose of ketchup. One of my men - Dean - was arrested yesterday. Dogs charge him of murder and hacking. For the latter I could agree but there is no way for the former. The murdered girl was his girlfriend Alice. While grabbing slice of pepperoni pizza he motions you to the screamsheet laying on the table. He was set up. I want to know who did it. I want you to find them out and leave them the distinct impression not to mess with the Casquilho family. .
The door to a dining room have been opened abruptly. Miguel have opened it carrying in one hand a small body. Still kicking it seems, looking frail on its own, but in comparison to the Miguel powerful built looking like a mouse pawned by a cat. Sorry Don. I got him in the main room - he was leaving without paying. Maria is certain he hasn't paid, but he check looks like being paid. The face of your hosts steeled briefly. I am busy Miguel. Just put him in he kitchen washing dishes and give him few kicks on the leave, how much he could have eaten? Miguel flinched While checking the node we have found out he tampered with our communication node. Don and you all finally have taken a closer look at the boy. Really? A threat have hung in the air...
