"I'm sure you two know why you're here." The darker haired boy chuckled as he leaned back in his chair.
"Of course we do." The palest one gave a wry smile.
The third, eyes ringed with kohl, cackled quietly. "This is gonna be good. What's the plan?"
"It seems to me that the only way to get to the information we need is to take over." The first said simply. "So we shall."
"And how do you suppose we do that?" Pleasant as he was, the pale one took no nonsense.
"Perhaps we'll start by conquering Domino. Slowly." The first suggested.
"Maybe gangs?" The third offered before the second could question them.
There was a silence, during which the first and third nodded their agreement to each other, turning to watch for the second's response. He stared back at them over his cup of tea, lips set into a neutral frown while he gaze turned thoughtful.
Minutes later, he burst into his pleasant smile again, setting down his teacup. "What a splendid idea. I fully endorse it."
The other two smiled right back at him. "Let's get started, shall we?" The third man clapped his hands together, "I've still got some measure of control over the Ghouls - we can start there."
"You can start there," The second corrected. "It'd be best if we all formed separate gangs."
"He's right." The first agreed reluctantly.
"No, we can start there." The third shook his head. "You think I'm going to trust the two of you to pick able-bodied men and women by yourselves? Before you have any experience?" He snorted. "You'll both get a cut of my men, for now."
The second mulled it over for a moment. "Very well. You are the experienced one, after all. It's probably for the best."
"Then we're agreed." The third smiled again. "Now, as for territories…"
"The Ghouls already control the North side of the city." The first mused, "Perhaps you should keep it that way?" At the third's nod, he nodded as well. "I'll take the East, then."
They turned to the second man, but before they could question him, his pleasant smile turned somewhat dark and he said, "I'll take the West."
Had they been Catholics, he was sure the other two would have started saying Hail Marys right then and there. Regardless, they slowly nodded despite their horrified expressions. He could tell the third wanted to argue his claim, but they all knew that they'd need a gang-free territory for the time being and neither of them would set foot in the West. He was the only one with enough guts - or, rather, enough disregard for his own safety.
The West was the land of the dead, after all.