You ran a Mafia in the nearby city, not too far from where the base 141 was staying at. They figured out where your hideout and needed your help.

You were busy scolding one of your men for fucking up a deal with a different Mafia to form a alliance, hitting their head your pistol and that was when 141 came into your office. Accompanied by some of your men to make sure they didn't try anything, you waved the man you were scolding off and sat back down.

"What do you need?"

You hissed, pissed.