'Well Mr. Butcher, I think that's a rather silly question, at thsi particular time no one has the potential to control Houston, otherwise they wouldn't be here having this conversation, they'd be sitting on a giant throne."
Connor He spoke with a cigar still in his mouth "I am Connor Alaskar, people have many names for me, Chicago Insurgent, Butcher of Chicago... But to you I am the leader of the Grey Hawk Mercenaries... Unless one of you's Enclave." He raised his eyebrows ~their files are clear... If they are they'd be remnants at worst.~ Connor then asked bluntly to the group "Who here thinks they can control Houston...?"
Salvadore listened as Connor began speaking. He heard the question of controlling Houston. He jokingly said, "Wait that's up for debate... I thought I already controlled it." He laid back in the chair he was sitting in. He thought about how much he loved leather seating. He sat back and put a cigar in his mouth and lit it. He let out a puff and said, "Okay for those of you who thought I was serious I was just joking around. I'm fine with my nice little town of Jersey Village."