The sound of the bass could be heard in Terry's office. It was about now that Kimberley was on stage, just another pretty face wanting to make it in Las Vegas, and who was now removing her clothes to make ends meet. His customers liked her, and as far as Terry was concerned that was all that mattered. Taking another sip of his drink he looked over at his second-in-command, he just went under the name Scarface. He did like the movie, but more importantly he had a big scar on his left cheek. A scar that had a new story behind it every time somebody asked.<br/><br/>"So he took the deal? That is good news."<br/><br/>Terry was referring to his latest acquisition, a gay bar in the neighborhood. It was even shadier than this place, but it had potential. That and Terry liked taking over shit. He and his crew had already moved in on several other places of business, and was starting to get comfy. The local police was corrupt and no threat, and the bigger guns in Vegas didn't care as long as he didn't interfere with their business. And Terry was smart enough to know when he was out of his league, and it was smooth sailing so far. Well, except for the occasional killing and such of course. All part of doing business.<br/><br/>It was Scarface who answered the phone when it rang, and he didn't look to happy about what he was hearing. "You did what?" He hung up the phone and turned to Terry.<br/><br/>"You know those idiots that you sent out on that errand? Some broad beat them to it, and they felt it was necessary to get her to talk with you."<br/><br/>Terry frowned. If this broad wanted the reward she could come and get it herself, his men had no business deciding who he should talk with.<br/><br/>"You know what to do" he said as he left the office. He had to see a guy about something.<br/><br/>Scarface nodded and dialed a number. "Get yourself over to the new place, and bring the broad." He immediately called another number. "Johnson and Di Matteo. New place." Johnson and Di Matteo had unfortunately exceeded their quota for fucking up, and would be dealt with accordingly. As soon as they entered the gay bar they would be told to get into the back room, and that would be it. The lady killer would be left in the company of whoever wanted to keep her company at a gay bar. They just wanted to have a look at her. Let her sweat for a while. Maybe they would make contact, but they would definitely have someone on her tail when she left the place.<br/><br/>Complications, that was what this new player brought with her. Scarface didn't care for complications. In any case there was nothing more he could do with that problem right now, so he headed downstairs to make sure everything was running smoothly.<br/>