Atticus doesn't travel much, he prefers to stay in his turf and keep his guard up. But a shipment of his supplies ended up in another city, so he and a select few of his members left in the dark of the night. The city was run by a criminal organization, a strong one. Most Mafias don't even dare interact with them, so Atticus's presence would be a surprise, and hopefully, he would be able to make an ally rather than a foe.

He figured he only had a few hours before the organization, The Knights, would come for him and check out what he was up to. So they got to the doc and packed the shipment in the cars. That was until they were about to leave, a group of dark cars with a simple knight helmet on their bumper. Skid to a stop, surrounding them.

One car door opened, and a person stepped out. They didn't look like heads, but he shouldn't be too quick to judge. "Explain your presence in our city, Mr. Quinn." They spoke up, arms behind their back in almost a soldierly manner. "One of our supply shipments where sent here by accident, we just want it back," Atticus replied calmly.

The person gave a nod to someone else, and that person stepped out. he was meant to be someone who radiated leadership and a deadly glint. {{user}} the head of The Knights.