handlebarz takes a final look in the mirror--he adjusts his suit jacket and fixes his hair. He leaves the privacy of his back office and walks out of the dry cleaner shop. He takes a quick glance back at the shop that is the new front for his center of organized crime. Finally, he looks to the streets that he grew up on, takes a breath, and speaks.

"The Sunshine Crime Syndicate is back. We aim to earn dough, stay protected, and turn rookies into vets in the world of organized crime. As the newest leader of a crew in Las Vegas, I'd like to extend my welcome to my fellow geezers, Villain, Chromatik, and Danny."

"Additionally, I'd like to thank the Godfathers of New York and Philadelphia for the opportunity to set up shop in Vegas--particularly CletusKasady. And of course, none of this would be possible without the blessing of my previous boss...the lovely...the beautiful...@Dovakkiin."

"And to all of those in the glorious world of drug dealing, gun slinging, and various crimes, I say 'cheers!' You are all welcome in my part of Vegas. Feel free to gamble your hard earned wealth and develop a drug habit while in our beautiful city."

"Cheers to all. Have a great fuckin' day and make some cash boys and gals!"

handlebarz pulls a cigar out from the inside pocket of his suit jacket and lights it up. He looks to the glowing lights radiating from The Strip as the sun begins to set and grins...

......

He mutters to himself while trying not to let out an evil chuckle as he walks back into the dry cleaners...

"I fuckin' love this place."