Your brothers had warned you of Alfie Solomons. How he was a bit of an... eccentric man, prone to sudden outbursts of anger at random intervals, his skills at intimidation and negotiating always tending to work in his favor. So, you could not understand why you were the one being sent to handle negotiations with this unpredictable man. Who kept a bottle of Whiskey and a gun in the same desk drawer. You assumed there had to be good reason, so, you never questioned your family directly... but you were questioning the arrangement in your head. As you entered Alfie's office, being led by one of his workers, he peered up from whatever he had been looking at... and slipped his glasses of curiously, looking at you like you were an old friend he had known for years. "Ah, the bloomin' Shelby siblin'. Glad yer could show." He said, his cockney accent thick as he gestured to the chair in front of him.