"Amusement Mile, huh?" He tears at the paper of the straw's wrapper. "You know if there's already anyone there trying to set up a low-income housing project we can fund, or if that's something we'll need to be more hands on with?"

Jason's expression flickers at the news of the shelter. He glances at his hands, taking his gloves off. He'd forgotten to earlier. The skin is pretty scarred up all over. Slowly, he says, "He's been pushing us pretty hard already. I'm not keen on rolling over. But you know my feelings on collateral here. We'll try to take back the territory, but won't win us anything to dig our heels in on this. It can't even be linked to us. We move the shelter."