World Domination
You put on your dark glasses, dress to blend in with the crowd, and call a cab. You ask to be dropped off outside the smoky inner city club, The Blue Lagoon. It's raining of course. Wherever the Toothpaste Mafia choose to do their secret business dealings, it is always raining.
Trying to stay as low-key as possible, you step inside, take off your raincoat, and make your way towards the back of the club. You take a seat facing the bar, and survey the scene for potential members of the Toothpaste Mafia.
There are some young and ridiculously smooth looking men by the bar, chatting up the bar girl with their choicest prose. They are far too preoccupied to be mafia members, you think.
Over in the opposite corner, a man with a moustache, probably fifty-something, is smoking a pipe. He seems to be waiting for someone to arrive.
At the central table a mob of suspiciously busy-looking gentlemen with suits and ties are drinking something red, and playing cards.
What should you do next?
Trying to stay as low-key as possible, you step inside, take off your raincoat, and make your way towards the back of the club. You take a seat facing the bar, and survey the scene for potential members of the Toothpaste Mafia.
There are some young and ridiculously smooth looking men by the bar, chatting up the bar girl with their choicest prose. They are far too preoccupied to be mafia members, you think.
Over in the opposite corner, a man with a moustache, probably fifty-something, is smoking a pipe. He seems to be waiting for someone to arrive.
At the central table a mob of suspiciously busy-looking gentlemen with suits and ties are drinking something red, and playing cards.
What should you do next?