Curtis sat in his office smoking a fine Cuban cigar. Guevara had a steady supply coming in and would never forget to tell him how each had been carefully rolled on the thighs of a virgin. Curtis sometimes wondered what type of virgin he was referring to. He'd seen some virgins in his time, some that looked like they'd be more adept used as storm barriers than the nubile temptresses Che was suggesting. He tried to push images of old hags rubbing their exposed legs out of his mind and go back to enjoying the thick rich smoke.

With a cursory knock, ​Babadook walked into the office. The thick cloud of smoke that filled the room swirled and Babadook waved a folder of paperwork to clear the air while he rubbed his eyes. Curtis laughed and gripped the wide cigar between his teeth as he sat forward and poured a couple of tumblers of whatever intoxicating madness he had in the decanter that day. It was a blue green colour, this worried Babadook but he drank some anyway. He was a trooper.

"Babadook, have the works on the buildings over in the Bronx been completed?"

'They have. This is the paperwork for you to sign off on.'

He placed the documents in front of his boss and drank the rest of the unholy liquid he'd been presented with. He eyes rolled as Curtis' eyes read and they both came to a halt at a similar time. Curtis smiled and offered his Right Hand a cigar. Babadook politely declined and gestured toward the documents.

"Yes, good work Babs! Everything seems in order. You know, people say things about you but they're wrong. I've always said they were wrong, and I was right!"

'What people? ...What things?'

"Nevermind. Go and get Che will you? Tell him to meet us over there and then get The_Stig to bring the car around."

...

A short time later The_Stig pulled up outside the large brownstone building in the Bronx. The outside had been fitted with the customary stone block baring Guevara's family name. 'The Union'. Curtis was pleased at how clean and well fitted the building was and how the local community had already been engaged and employed into cleaning the area and refitting some of the old shop fronts and buildings. Curtis had injected a lot of cash into rejuvenating local businesses and making them welcome with the locals. 

Chris_Vaughn's swollen shoulders filled the driver's side of the Cadillac as he pulled round the corner onto the street. Looking around with all the skeptical suspicion the people's eyebrow could manage while Guevara looked pleased at the community being revitalized. They pulled up and got out, Chris was immediately surrounded by children asking children's questions while Che walked over to where Curtis and his hands stood in front of the new building. 

"This is it then Che. Are you ready for your new challenge?"

'I am. I'm looking forward to it.'

"This district needs you my friend. It is exactly the type of place that demands your working understanding of the working understanding. These people need a man like you and that's exactly what they'll get."

Curtis went into the building with Guevara and the lads while Chris_Vaughn remained outside answering endless questions about what a candy ass was, why his arms were so big and what exactly was a jobroni. After some drinks and a tour of the new offices they returned down into the bar to find several members of the city and other organisations had arrived on time to join in the festivities. Curtis stepped forward and took one of the many glasses that had been lined up on the bar. Raising it he tapped a ringing tone on the rim until the room fell quiet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, dignitaries and dissidents, I'm delighted you could all make it here for this. I won't keep you from your drinks for any longer than is necessary so without further ado...

I would like to announce that Guevara will be moving his family into The Bronx. Here he will assume control of the district under my governance until such time as he can take the mantle of Godfather for himself. During this time he will be afforded all the abilities of an acting Godfather and will be at liberty to auth crews into his district as he see's fit.

I would like you all to join me in congratulating this most excellent and capable of men in what must be the most natural ascendancy we could ever witness. A natural role for a natural leader and passionate inspiration to all around him. Congratulations commandante, soldier, brother!"

Curtis embraced his friend warmly and smiled at the crowd.

"Right. Get drunk now. Quick!"

Guevara moved around the room, a practice he realised was essential for a man in his shoes even if he did despise it. He gladhanded the well-wishers, shared a private joke and a nod with his made men and others who had been with him from the beginning, and tried his damned hardest to avoid those who were for (in some cases quite literally) a free dinner. Superficially, everything seemed fine. Che was even more animated, jovial and gracious than usual; as was to be expected, in one fell swoop he and his crew would become considerably more wealth than they already were. Those who knew the New York Commander knew, however, that it was not the money that appealed to Che, but the goals he could achieve with it. A touch of egotism, perhaps, but he certainly saw himself as a true vanguard.

The more eagle-eyed would have noticed  something amiss, though. They would have noticed Guevara had puffed on his cigar with more regularity than usual, that he hadn't even taken a drink all night despite the happy occasion, and that his eyes darted towards the door every five minutes. They would have also noticed that Guevara's number two man was absent.

For what he felt was the hundredth time that night, Guevara wondered whether everything hung in the balance. The congressmen of New York's 15th district, located entirely within the Bronx, was an avowed right-winger. He had put organised crime in his crosshair and, worse still, he was the vice-chair of the house committee on labor. Not only was he an individual that could prevent Guevara's operation from working as planned, he was also too much of a high profile individual to assassinate. Instead, Che had sent the good Doctor to the man's house to set a fire. With a pang, Guevara regretted the innocent lives that would be lost; but revolution has a blood price. It had to look like an accident.

Finally, nearly an hour later, Dr_KennethNoisewater stepped into the room, immediately seeking out Guevara's eyes and nodding. The pressure lifted from his shoulders at once and he made his way to the bar, asking for rum. The barman duly began to pour a glass until he noticed Che's wanging finger, and so hesitantly passed over the entire bottle. When he noticed the Argentine's other hand was still extended, he passed over a second bottle and the Leader nodded his thanks. Finally in a mood to reflect the occasion, Che sat one bottle down on a nearby table and uncorked the other. He would propose a toast and have a drink with every bastard in this place, starting with his oldest of comrades, Kenneth.

"Comrades! Let me give you the words of a man far better than I. "Tonight, we let the ruling classes tremble what we do hear. We have nothing to lose and a world to win. Workers of the world, Unite!" Godfather Curtis, mi jefe. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for this opportunity. To my crew, my brothers and sisters, you are my foundation and my bedrock. Tonight is not my success, it is our success. ¡Hasta la victoria, siempre!"

*Zeitgeist listens to Godfather Curtis speak and watch as Señor Guevara move into his new establishment*

Today is a glorious day for New York and the revolution. You are a credit to the city, whilst our political views are a bit different your pedigree as a leader can not be disputed.

Today is great day in the chapter of Señor Guevara. All the best sir.

*Zeitgeist tips his hat at the man, smiles and returns to business*

It took a long time for Chris to extricate himself from the clutches of the dreaded children. You'd think he was the god damned Tooth Fairy or something they way they gathered round. No doubt he had missed the Godfather's speech already. Still that wasn't always a bad thing, he could say his congratulations to Eddie and get down to the serious business of running up the Bosses bar tab. As he entered the building, Guevara was prattling on about the proletariat again, like some snotty nosed punk assed kid, but the man did have a way with words, and he got the job done. Hell Chris almost felt good about giving money away to the plebs in the crew... almost.

"Hey Eddie, congratulations my friend. It warms the Rock's heart to see you branch out on your own. With The Rock and Dr... well with the Rock by your side there is nothing that you won't achieve. Looks like its time to check a whole new district full of jabronis into the SmackDown Hotel."

With tedious work being done to insure that his cocaine shipments arrive on time, Vandlgat drinks a Mai-Tai and finishes the cigar Don Louis gave him.

As he contemplates the nature of all human and divine entanglements, a crowd began gathering and shouting together, bosses and associates alike.

Vandlgat, who was now in the midst of the Revolution, became filled with excitement. He listened, with everyone else, as Godfather Curtis made his decrees,"I would like to announce that Guevara will be moving his family into The Bronx." Everyone cheered.

"Tonight is not my success, it is our success. ¡Hasta la victoria, siempre!" Guevara shouted, as the crowd roared like a lion tasting blood for the first time.

Vandlgat was now a changed man.

He pays his respects to Guevara.

With his heart pumping harder than an oil rig, Vandlgat goes on to single-handedly liberate 1000 inmates from the New York State Penitentiary........

The Gods look down favorably upon Che Guevara and all of New York with this announcement. You will bring prominence and prosperity to The Bronx, and I look forward to watching your rise to power. The storied House of Batiatus is honored to work aside you, my dear friend. A revolutionary, a Leader of Men, a fucking TITAN.  Let us celebrate by drinking wine from exquisite whore gash and feasting on the pets of our enemies.  Hail Guevara!

Out of town for a while on business, Ill was walking the streets to catch up on current events. During his walk he was passed thru New York and got word Godfather Chairman Curtis has given Don Guevara the nod to take his own district over.

"Congrats Guevara and Godfather Curtis." He than looked to Curtis "Your city is really looking good. Hell with all the building that has been going on I didnt recognize it!" he said nodding hid head as he walked away.

Chris had already decided to lay the smackdown on a bottle of Special Reserve Jameson's, so he wasn't entirely sure he had heard Batiatus right. With a puzzled look on on his face, he mulled the conversation over in his head. Yep, he had definitively heard correctly. He'd always known Batiatus was some kind of sick freak, but feast on the pets of our enemies? Not on the Rock's watch.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa jabroni. Now every one knows the Rock loves to talk trash. The Rock lives, breathes, walks, talks trash all day long!"

Chris removes his sunglasses.

"As a matter of fact, Battyanus, The Rock talks trash in his sleep! Just like this..."

Chris closes eyes and says in sleepy voice, "roody poo candy ah... layeth the smacketh down on your candy... know your role... "

Chris opens eyes and snaps out of his sleepy mode

"The fact of the matter is this, Battyanus..."

Chris puts his sunglasses back on

...Is that tonight, or any other night, regardless of who we go to war with, whether its him, or him, or her, or him with the big head, or maybe even that jabroni in the corner, The Rock will not ever, and the Rock does mean ever eat some roody poo candy ass's pet Gerbil, or Lexie_Grey 's pet worm farm. What in the blue hell?

Chris shakes his head in wonder, smiles at Guevara and returns to his bottle of Jameson.

After a rousing speech from Curtis and Guervara, the newly appointed Godfather in waiting and operation, Scarfo raised his glass to salute the occasion. He was out following the trail of liquor throughout the streets. If there was a gathering with alcohol, he was making sure to get his ass in attendance. A big night in South Philly was transgressing into an event crawl on the streets.

"Workers unite! Well deserved and well done, and well deserved again. Drinks!"

Scarfo downed the glass that Curtis had lined up on the bar, then made his way to the rum.

Deception, having heard the news of Guevara's promotion in New York, decided to take the trip from Chicago to New York to offer his well wishes.

"Though I do not know you personally, I know of you and hear many good things. I wish you the best as you embark on your new journey to get the 'Acting' dropped from the front of Godfather. Cheers."

Having paid his respects to Guevara, Deception turns to leave for the airport to head back to Chicago.

"The Union will moved in Bronx? Hmm. Sounds like great great idea there father. And Che will be the acting Godfather? Ohhh, No doubt che done great to our family And to the upper District. Now this is the time to prove him self as a Godfather now!

Goodluck to our journey Che! One Revelation! One Love! 

Cheers!  

I apologize for being late to this party but I must say that going out of character here because I feel it needs to be said is that your bloodline has been an absolute pleasure to work with and I personally have always respected you Sprozza and that does not come very lightly as I do not give out that very easily.

I look forward to seeing what you bring to the table and knowing what you are capable of I am sure that table will end up breaking. Congratulations on your new given opportunity man!

Che, my friend and partner in crime! It is an honor to watch you rise up and fight capitalism while running a top notch crew. From the time you joined out esteemed ranks, you've been helpful, honest, and reliable. Nothing more can be asked of a man.  Your knowledge and desire to succeed will carry you straight to Godfather, and a successful one you shall be. Worry not as you move forward, I shall do my best to keep Curtis straight, and attempt to keep Barry from tipping over.

Don Che! Your disgust for the district of Manhattan and its miraculous symbolism of capitalism is very much known, but here you are sir. About to bring socialism and commii ideals to the district of of the Bronx. New York really is becoming the melting pot our founders once envisioned it to be. We got a whole collection of all kinds of systems at work in the fine city of New York. And even though my lust for money hinders me from accepting socialistic ideals like my late father McSteamy...and I blame free health for that!!! I am extremely happy to see someone of your stature to take over the district of Bronx to lead into the future. Our forefathers have worked along side many times and I for one cannot think of a better man to lead a district. 

Congratulations on expanding the words of socialism to the district of Bronx my friend. Even with our disagreement over monetary policy, you always have a friend down south. Just gimme a call sometime! 

Best of luck as you bring crime back to the district of Bronx Don Guevara. 

Revolution in Bronx? Seems a fair game and Well deserve moved,

Che prove him self as a leader in Brooklyn along With Curtis.

Congrats Che! Cheers!