A Man of Honor.

Chapter 20: The White Fang

"I have built my organization upon fear." ~ Al Capone

With Mr. Fontane doing the majority of the work in setting my club up I only had to worry about getting some investors involved with the idea. I told Junior about it along with my idea to house an underground casino in the hidden room in the basement and he loved the idea so much we immediately called up Toshi with the idea. We made the arrangements in an afternoon enjoying drinks at his club and I was guaranteed twenty percent of whatever profits the casino made. Even if my club wasn't a success I was going to be able to profit from it.

Thursday afternoon rolled around and I met with Russel who had arranged a meeting with those faunus that wanted to discuss using my bootlegging business for some kind of large order. We met in a nice sub shot that Pudgy Paul frequented and I ordered myself a nice meatball sandwich as we both waited.

"So it's going to be a jazz club?" Russel asked me as we idly talked about the reopening the Moonstone Club.

"Not just jazz," I assured him. "We'll have comedy and some old pop as well, Mr. Fontane says a lot of that old music is getting a lot more popular once more. There's also a cigar lounge and a corner for billiards. Think of it as a lot more relaxed than the clubs we usually frequent.

"Sounds nice to me," Russel said, picking up his soda and taking a sip. "I think this is them." He said as two faunus entered the shop and with a word to the owner they were directed to our back booth.

One was a young ginger haired girl with small white deer antlers protruding from her head while another one was a young man with a cat tail trailing behind him. "Hello," Russel greeted them both, standing and offering them his hand to shake. At least his distaste for faunus was being well concealed for the sake of business.

"Hello," the woman said flatly looking at his hand distastefully for a second before relenting and taking it. Russel to his credit only smiled at her politely and shook the man's hand as well.

"This is my boss Mr. Arc," he said introducing me. I shook their hands as well.

"What can I call you?" I asked the ginger haired woman as I shook her hand and sat back down in the booth.

"You can just call me Deery," the woman said flatly to me as she sat down across from Russel.

"Deery?" I asked her, finding it to be a strange and possibly offensive name for a faunus.

"We're not interested in using real names," the man with the cat tail told me flatly.

"Alright," I said, opening my hands to them. "Then let's get straight to business, what kind of order do you want to make?" I asked them.

"You bootleg video games?" the guy asked me flatly.

"That's correct," Russel said. "What do you want us to provide for you?"

"Flight simulators," the girl told us.

"Flight simulators?" I asked, rather bewildered with the request. Toshi and I hadn't been selling any of those on the street. It was mostly first person shooters and fantasy roleplay games.

"We want the real deal," the man explained to me. "We want the same kind of simulators they use for training commercial bullhead pilots."

"We also were hoping you could procure the necessary desktops and simulator control boards," Deery explained to me, she pulled out a list of materials and slid it across the table to me. I glanced over the list noticing a specific number of control models along with various desktop computers listed and other essentials. They wanted almost fifty different units, this was far from typical.