It was nearing Midnight as Don Toluco and his men filed slowly into the abandoned warehouse near the dock. They were all dressed sharply in black suits with nary a wrinkle or piece of lint in sight, and they held the expression that said "Very Bad Things can happen to You!". These were men who well understood their Business, but were not Businessmen. They were the sort of men who came after the Businessmen and explained to them in no uncertain terms, that they were not doing very good Business at all. Within the warehouse there was but a lone man sitting at a forlorn table placed under a single swinging lamp hanging down from the ceiling above. Upon the table rested a briefcase. The file of Men who were about Business trooped in and surrounded the man at the table forming into a circle that appeared not-unlike that of a royal guard protecting a King. Don Toluco was a very large figure within the Tea Smuggling business and it showed. The Don came in last, followed behind by two men of whom the descriptions "Gorilla" or "Ogre" might have been more appropriate. Between them they carried a large chest, and followed the Don until he paused halfway between the ring and the table. He motioned the two goons forward until they reached the table, then they dropped the chest down to the floor where it clanged loudly on the chipped and cracked concrete below. "Dis here's Prime Grade Numbah 3 from da Central Plains of Katamalawu. It'll brew up into somma da finest blends you'll ever set yer lips on. If youse wants more ah dat, I can get it for youse. But it's gonna cost bigtime." Let me now direct your attention to the man at the table. He appeared short, though it was hard to say as he was sitting, and he was dressed in a non-descript tan overcoat, though glimpses of red could be seen peeking out from under the collar and from the wrists. He had dark brown hair, and it was perhaps worth mentioning he was wearing what appeared to be a combination of fake glasses, fake nose and incredibly fake mustache as some sort of attempt at a disguise. The sitting figure nodded, then motioned Don Toluco over to the briefcase.

One of the goons stepped forward and grabbed it, making it look small and childlike in his oversized hand. He dutifully brought it over to Toluco before holding it out on a palm and opening for the Don. Toluco stared into it before looking sharply back to the figure sitting calmly at the table. "What's all dis" Dere ain't nuttin in here but a buncha plastic coins wit some guy spinnin' on dem! Youse some kinda wiseguy, or somethin'?" The man at the table offered a slowly forming smile as the corner of his mouth rose, though it'd be hard to tell under the incredible fake mustache. "That is your payment, Don Toluco. I encourage you to accept it. Accepting it is the Easy Way. You do not want to know about the Hard Way." The Don's face grew red as the sitting man spoke, and once he was done, one of the Don's hands rose and pointed quickly and definitively to the man at the table. The only indication that the man at the table had even noticed, was that he'd clasped his hands together and set them to the tabletop. "Youse tinkin' dat you can call me here and insult me! Youse tinkin' dat you can get away wit dis! I'll have yer nuts for hood ornaments! Kill 'em boys!" The circle of men leveled a variety of weapons at the sitting figure as the figure's smile completed it's slow journey into fullness. And then the weapons erupted in the direction of the table. There was a crimson flash illuminating the room over the meager light of the lamp and then figure was no longer there. He was moving, faster than the eye could see, leaping from one man in a suit to the next, delivering blow after painful blow that would leave them on the floor moaning and clutching various limbs in pain.

It was all over in a span of seconds.

The figure was standing behind Toluco and his two Goons now. The disguise had fallen off to reveal a man in his late twenties, with piercing green eyes and a mop of unruly hair and he was revealed to be wearing a red, collarless button-up shirt. The coat had been left to the mercy of the bullets and was fluttering in rags down to the destroyed wooden chair back at the table. The figure now stepped inexorably towards the Don and the Goons, who immediately cracked their knuckles (each knuckle alone almost the size of a fist on a more typical man) and started forward, past the Don to intercept the approaching man. One massive hand was thrown at the figure's face as the man flashed crimson once again and caught the blow with neither grunt nor apparent effort. The man flexed his arm to the side and sent the Goon tumbling into a wall, leaving him unconscious. The Goon's Goonish companion began to step forward, then, apparently thinking better of his actions immediately turned and ran for one of the side exits. Don Toluco could only stare in open-mouthed terror at the single man that'd just reduced his finest "Boys" into groaning, moaning bodies on the ground. And the way he'd tossed the Goon! He'd paid good money to have them magically enhanced to such proportions! The Don backed away and then turned and ran, trying to escape out of the same exit that Goon Number Two had made haste towards. It wasn't long before he saw another flash light the area before him, and then he was feeling the weight of a man bearing him to the ground. The lone figure was kneeling on his back now moving his mouth to the Don's ear and whispering in tones that suggested he'd already made one bad decision of the night, and that making another was simply out of the question. "Tell the other Bosses, Don Toluco. Tell them that TEASE is here and we will be contacting them all shortly and it would be in the other Bosses' best interest to simply cooperate with us. Be very persuasive." The Don felt the pressure lift from his back, followed by the unmistakable sound of a man grunting, and a large metallic object being lifted and carried off. And when it sounded as though the room was now empty of all mysterious and dangerous men, the Don slowly crept to his feet and ignoring the sounds of his moaning men, ran for the exit. The word would need to be spread. There was a new Tea Cartel in town.