Febuary 21st 2011

Jamie Swift, commonly known as "Swift" the well respected Consigliere known for his many skills deemed attributes towards his line of work. In a Country Side Motel owned by "Brad's Mafia" that "Swift" had payed his respects to.
One Day there was a young man with a suprised expression on his face entered a Motel Room owned by Swift, barging into it un-expectedly walking towards him with a small bit of doubt along the words of what he was saying he asked: "Excuse me, but would this happen to be owned by Mr.Swift" Inside of the room there was some torn posters, Corkboards lined across the walls with a Water-Cooling Machine with small cups lined around the edges with small chairs lined around the room inside of a "Waiting Line" formation as there was a greatly crafted wooden desk with multiple papers, a Giant Leather Chair and a Metal-Framed Chair with Cotton Plush to support whoever was sitting inside of it, slowly Danny, had noticed that the Chair was turned around with no sounds coming from the room, he stood there thinking if anyone was there, then slowly the chair began creaking backwards revealing a man with a Black Suit with a Pink Shirt under perfectly comlementing his dress selection, Danny began to look towards his face slowly as he noticed Swift looked very young, causing Danny to become more comfortable inside of the room, Swift had the face of a Younger Man, along the lines 20-30 with Long Dark Black-Hair with a fringe of it covering his Right Eye when on the Opposite Eye it showed a Stencil Aligned Teardrop Tattoo, as he glanced towards his Tattoo, Jamie began to look angered as he shouted towards him "What the f*ck is it ?!", Danny looked shocked, amazed by his booming voice, he began to stutter in his speech "I-I'm one of B-Brad's Boys, I heard you knew how to... take care of legal issues ?" Jamie, looked towards him shocked, then began to smile with a Calming Accent he said: "Then come over here, let's talk." raising his hand waving towards him, then pointing towards the seat infront of his Desk. They began speaking towards each other, kindly laughing over the case and writing about it, after they finished speaking about it, Swift had written a 60 Paged Document, shoved it inside of a Binder, then handed it towards him smiling as he began to speak these words: "Well... this was a long chat,