Nicolas Saccone sat in the plush wing backed chair in the lobby of the opulant Roosevelt Hotel. He took a deep breath, catching the scent of money. He could faintly hear the roar of card sharks and crap shooters in the basement. Or maybe it was his thirst for gambling toying with his senses.

Acknowledging the call of the club and obeying his urge, he put out his cigarette in the crystal ash tray.

Getting up, he fixed his black tie, walking past the front desk. "Hey Nick." the thin man behind the desk lifted his hand in a polite gesture.

Nick smirked as if to say 'hello' and kept walking. He stepped inside the cold elevator that had opened it's doors with an inviting ring. He turned around to face the closing doors and glanced up.

Noticing a dark, built man trotting towards the elevator, he thrust his arms out to catch the heavy doors. "T'anks Nick." The man said as he carefully slipped through the unruly doors.

Nicolas nodded. "Heya Daniel." He said in his smooth voice and benign accent. Holding down the stop button, he pushed two unmarked ones simultaneously, making the elevator jolt downwards.

"The dice are rollin'" He said to the man who clearly shared his excitement for booze and money.

"That they are, Nick. That they are." He chuckled, jingling the coins in his pocket. The elevator stopped and the doors opened to a new environment filled with the sounds of gambling and conversations around the bar.