The doors calmly opened. All current council members sat waiting for the man of the hour to arrive. Finally, he has.

Two suited men with ear pieces opened the doors. Their guns hidden well under their jackets, barely caught the sun’s light. A subtle warning to the newcomer.

He didn't seem concerned by the security or the large group of clearly unhappy men, for he casually strolled in with a suitcase. His shirt haphazardly stuck out and his khaki shorts paled his professionalism to their black suits.

Other than the omniscient men, the room had plenty of windows for light to shine through. The mahogany table glinted under the rays and the pot of flowers occupying a nearby table also shined beautifully.

Gorgeous, almost unreal, autumn leaves could be seen dotting the landscape. They were taken by the breeze, drifting in the ocean of air. It would have provided a calming sensation if the tension hadn't fogged the atmosphere.

As soon as he had entered, the doors closing, several men shut the curtains and secured the windows. It no longer held a bright feeling.

This did not deter the man. Instead, he laid his suitcase down on the table. He spun it around and laid the palms of his hands on the black surface. Inspecting each occupant of the room, he took his time in his evaluation. For a moment, it felt as if he was displeased by what he saw.

Finally, he smirked and tipped his hat slightly to the table of gentlemen.

“Let's begin, boys.”