the reason i'm leaving || MEETING

[LUCKY LUCIANO]

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Meetings were a necessary part of any organization, and that was a fact. Whether it was a large gathering like this or a quick debrief after a mission, it was always good to keep everybody informed and on the same page. His uncle used to be the patriarch of the family, the one conveying the news and reminders to the clan of hellhounds. Now it was somebody new, somebody whose leadership he was not used to. Nonetheless, Lucky would still see what he had to say.

The large hellhound took a seat near the back, quiet and observant and watching Stryker's every move. It seemed that the Pitt had a lot of targets, although they proclaimed to be "enemies with the world". Perhaps he'd have to learn the strengths and weaknesses of these other groups to make any attacks against them effective.

Lucky heard his name mentioned among the newcomers as well as the mention of the former medic, Cosette. He still remembered when he had mistaken her for a trespasser and had scared the living shit out of her, and he couldn't help but sneak a glance in her direction as he recalled such events.

"Yes Man" had died, and perhaps the real tragedy had been his name. Was it a nickname, perhaps? Nevertheless, it was still strange to Lucky. If the Pittians cared so much about him, though, then he would respect that. He only wondered if he should attend the funeral, however, seeing as he hadn't known him at all.