tblanco

It's the 1890's. I am one of the first union organizers. I am trying to convince a group of factory workers to stand up to their employers for safer working conditions. The trouble is I can't get anybody to attend the meetings. Whenever anyone is seen working with me, the fat cat factory foerman has them beaten or killed. The boss is a big sweaty bald man with a greasy comb-over, an ugly black suit with a gold chain across the solar plexus of his jacket. I manage to finally get a meeting together with 2 other workers at the factory, and as I start to tell them what the effects of the chemical run-off into the working camp water supply, two big thugs crash the meeting. One guy is wearing a black turtle neck, tight white pants a pork pie hat and is slapping an ugly blackjack into his left hand. The other is small in a greasy white suit. With sharp features. They tell me I have one chance to break up this meeting before things get ugly. I tell the other two to run, that I would hold these two monsters off.