Off the docks of Descrieux, a small port town on the Cerulean Coast of Lutetia...
"How the hell'd you get an entire cargo ship, anyways?" Two figures spoke at the bow of a titanic cargo vessel, carrying a little over a hundred colored containers of various colors. One was a tattooed man, with slightly distressed jeans and a leather vest. His hairline was somewhat combed, but greyed and receding, accented nicely by yellow aviators. The other, a refined Lutetian woman, with a blue sweater, similar in shade to her hair.
"You'd be surprised how far a wad of cash and a few bullets can get you in this world, Bones," the Lutetian smirked, and grabbed a radio from the waistline of her designer jeans. "Go ahead and hail them, they should be expecting us. We've got that warehouse," she pointed towards one building in specific, largely indistinguishable from the others aside from the number painted on three of the four sides: H-5.
Bones followed her direction, and nodded, half in approval and half in awe. She really was amazing with these things, clearly there was more to this leader than even he knew. "Shame about your husband, by the way," he added, more to break the silence than anything.
"Yes, it is. He went out peacefully, at least, and I have grieved enough. It's time to act. Bad shit's happening here, and it's not because of me. That's gonna change." She knew all about his late husband's accident. He was too dangerous to keep alive, not because he was an actual threat, but he could talk. Saying the wrong thing at the wrong time could topple empires, and this was one empire that was not going anywhere soon, as long as the Lutetian had her hands on it.
Within several minutes the craft was allowed to dock, and did so rather unceremoniously. Cranes unloaded the containers, forklifts were driven out, and the warehouse belonging to the pair was opened. Gangplanks were lowered, and hundreds of crew members unloaded too, not a single one looking reputable, and all of them wearing matching necklaces, and blue shirts or bandanas.
Once the cargo and crew were on land, Bones and the Lutetian exited the ship, the former carrying a duffel bag and the latter a suitcase and a purse. The aging biker whistled to the dockworkers' supervisor, and beckoned him over.
"The help's nice, but we're gonna unload this stuff with our own guys. We're buying and keeping these forklifts too," he unzipped the duffel and showed its contents, bundles of money, more than enough to buy the posted materials. The supervisor shrugged, and took the money hesitantly. "One last thing," he reached out to clap his hand on the man's shoulder, "You never saw us here. Got it? Keep your mouth shut, and the money'll keep coming."
The dockworkers trickled back and returned to their breakrooms and lounges, and only then did the Lutetian and her associates open the containers and unload their contents, alone. Drugs. Money. Weapons. Vehicles. Machinery and materials to create said drugs, counterfeit money, among a myriad of other things, which were either stored or set up accordingly. Electronics, furniture and even some foodstuffs came too, which were arranged and stored in the section of the house that was once an office.
Several hours passed, and everything was unloaded and put where it needed to be. The woman gave a quick hand gesture to Bones, who then blew on a metal whistle to gather the subordinates, who arranged into small groups behind their leaders, and so on and so forth so the highest ranking were closest to the pair, all inside the warehouse. The Lutetian now had a megaphone, which she spoke into.
"Great job everyone, we've moved in without a hitch," The Lutetian smirked, as the crowd nodded. "You've all been briefed on what you are to do next, I made enough copies that you all should have them. If you lost yours, talk to Rico and he'll set you up. Remember, I want at least 50 men in this warehouse at all times, and you can stay here until you all can start getting real places to live. Nobody outside of us should be here, ever, unless Bones or myself knows about it. Once we're making money and going, we're going to meet with the packs in Lutetia City and move in, whether they want us or not!" At this, the crowd cheered for a few seconds.
"Alright, that's all I've got for you, now let's get rolling!" With a wave of dismissal, the packs of gangsters split up, many forming little huddles to discuss their plans. Once they dispersed through the warehouse, the pair was left alone.
"They listen to you more than I expected, boss," Bones crossed his arms and snorted with amusement.
"You thought Luci Lacroix was a feared name back on the island, soon my name'll be on the mind of every gang on Issunar," the Lutetian chuckled and cracked her knuckles.