"Depends on who you compare yourself to. My "mentor" Rokku, he wasn't a big fan of idiots, you see. He lived those old times, and according to him, there aren't that much a difference. Sometimes someone'll walk thru the door, running from the law, seeking revenge or glory or people to grab his stupid little political notion or whatever"
Dixon took a big sip of whisky, and put out the small remainder of his cigar. "We're having our own conflicts amongst us, kill people, rob, enslave. As fun it is, we haven't had a purpose for who knows how long. We're pretty much the first ones in a while who are trying to put back the word "Organized" into our Crime Syndicate title."
