<em>Chase opens the floor for new sources of income</em><br/><br/>Chase watched as everyone got together, his Avengers assembled at the meeting table. His eyes moved to each one as they arrived. His VP taking the position to his immediate side. Jake was capable, tough and clever. It was no surprise he made a good VP. The Scotsman scanned Dan next. A classic Montana boy and former military, like quite a few in the group. Wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty either. People who were both reliable and talented were valuable. Chase knew the worth of that. Then of course there was Ingrid. The Club's first female member<em>and</em>first Woman of Mayhem. German efficiency wasn't just a trait in their engineering. First time Chase had met her she reluctantly took a mouth full of Scottish fluid to convince him she'd do anything to prospect. Truth be told he expected her prospect/sweetbutt status would have turned to just sweetbutt after a week or two but she earned her position at the table fair and square. Jake was a lucky man. Then of course there was Leo. He had a story similar to Chase. Got home from the wars and found civilian life hard to get back into, found brotherhood in the riders and soon enough wasn't looking back. Chase was pretty sure Leo would take a bullet for any man (or Ingrid) in the group. Luckily he was talented enough that he didn't have to take a bullet, he could put them in the other guys first. Last but not least, old man Josh. Sure he was only eight years Chase's senior, but everyone had something you slagged them for. Still....at six foot one and weighing over two hundred pounds he was Grade A Steel Cavalry material. Have a few grains of wisdom too.<br/><br/>They weren't the most dangerous club, or the biggest. But they were Chase's club and he's die before seeing them all go down. Except Ingrid. He had seen her go down<em>loads</em>of times but that was an entirely different matter. That being said there wasn't any threat that would put them all away, things were very good for the Cavalry right now. Very good in fact.<br/><br/>"Alright me laddies..and lassy. I don't need to be remindin'yea that we're doing good with the guns. Plenty o'green for us recently and I don't mean the Irish." his fingers stopped tapping now and he just looked around at his crewmembers, a smile playing on his face. "There's been some talk over the passed few weeks about'us startin' somethin new, well I told yea when we were ready we'd talk about it, idn't aye? With the gun runnin' safe an nobodah in a place ta threaten us we can start somethin'new. Well ay'm offerin the floor now. Who's got some idea's for us?" There had been whispers in the wind about pornography, prostitution and gambling off the top of his head. Pornography was legal but expensive to start properly, they'd need locations and equipment that didn't come cheap, not to mention the people they'd need to hire aside from the talent. Prostitution was the easier version of that, get the local drugged up bitches who needed cash or the Sweetbutts who thought it would get them some favour and put them to work. Would still mean people who have to keep then safe. A battered up whore was little use. Then of course there was gambling, Chase had gambled on the footie and horseracing himself, but setting up a proper gambling ring would be timely and costly.