Bobby shrugged at Andrew’s suggestion: “Alright, alright. I’ll take care of the Rusted Stilettos and see to it that they are either evicted early or won’t make trouble.

But anyway, sorry it’s still early – just so I didn’t missunderstand anything:

You want us to ensure, that the Crimson Crush and the Halloweeners and the Death Heads and the 405 Hellhounds keep their cool while they are at the Funhouse – everyone else it would be best if they left early or at least didn’t get in contact with the others. Correct?”

Bobby fidgeted under the table and with an audible crack let his fist slam into his palm.

As soon as the mindlink to both his colleagues was established he told them:

‘Something is fishy about that. The Yakuza has their own Eastern Great Dragon. He is more the violent type that isn’t interested in sharing. Having the Yakuza tolerate and facilitate understanding between the other gangs is pretty much unheard of. Divide and conquer is more their style. There must be going on something else with Andrew – and it would be in our interest to find this out before we start poking around in gang affairs.’