Tony stood in a boarded up warehouse with small rays of light bursting through the cracks. His breathing was heavy, his knuckles sore. It had been a busy night. He had found a local thug stealing product from one of his Dons drug fronts and that needed to be dealt with. Tony was the man for that job.

“You tried to steal 20 crates of our product, eh?! That means one hit for every crate” Tony said as he lined his bat up for a another hit. The thug tried to mutter some last cry for help, but it fell on deaf ears. Tony was not a man of compassion. It was his job and he did it well.

Right before he could make the hit, there was a pounding on the door. “Boss, it’s for you” one of Tony’s associates said. Tony grabbed a rag from a nearby crate and wiped the blood of his knuckles and bat. He walked over to the door and saw Memhisto waiting on the porch, smoking a cigarette. “The Don requests your audience. Let someone else beat the shit of of that guy and come with me”. As much as Tony liked to handle his own business he understood this was not a request he could deny. He pointed to one of his associates, threw over his bat and shouted “Make sure he gets every hit that he deserves!” as he walked over to the car. Both Tony and Mephisto got in and and drove of.

A little while later they arrived at the family's HQ. Tony noticed that not only Addyson was there, even the Don himself has showed up, so he knew something serious was up. “Tony... welcome, please sit down” Don Ackbar said as he pointed to the last remaining seat at the table. The Don grabbed four glasses and poured in some whisky, he took one glass in his hand and said “I’m a man of few words, so let’s cut this short. Tony, congratulations. You one of us now. You’re a made man.” The Don pushed over a glass to each person at the table. “Let’s raise a glass on Tony. Make us proud, kid!”

Tony gulped down the full glass in one go. He slammed to glass back on the table and said “Don’t worry boss. It will be my honor!”.

Husky had seen Tony walk into The War Room of The Rebel's Retreat where the bosses waited for him. Someone had let slip that Tony was getting his button that day. Husky was happy for his friend. If anyone deserved it, it was good ol' Blunt Force. He thought they might ask Tony to retire his bat. He chuckled as he pictured Tony's expression at that. Putting up another of Tony's framed newspaper clippings, 6 men injured in a fight at the hospital this time, on the Wall Of Infamy he sighed and silently toasted his Fort Wayne to Blunt Force Tony.