Sineya stood looking out her window, Chicago had been through a rough few days and her bed looked more comfortable than ever. But there was still something she had to do. She turned the tattered paper in her hand, stopping to read the scrawling letters for, what felt like, the hundredth time. A last message from Lord Varys, reaching her too late. Slamming her fists on her vanity table, she stared at herself in the mirror. This is no good, I look tired and dishevelled. Carefully she folded the piece of paper and tucked it safely into her jewellery box.

An hour later as she emerged from her room, more refreshed looking in a pants suit, her gun in it’s holster under a jacket. Sineya walked through HQ, nodding at her people as she passed them, and casually kicking Sylens chair to wake him. With confidence, she looked at him, anger burned in her eyes as she spoke to him,  “I’ll be back within the hour with an announcement.”

The drive was tense and quiet, outside snow fell gently covering everything in white, as they neared the house Sineya signalled her driver to pull over. So this is where that upstart lives. Checking her purse before she left the car, she told her bodyguards to stay where they were. The house was small with a simple garden, it looked like no one was awake, just like she had heard, he was all alone. Removing a small case from her purse she opened it to reveal her lock picking tools, it was how she had got her start as a mobster, and something she liked to still practice. Silently she unlocked the front door and pushed it open, alert for any sign of noise or movement, but all was still. Her people had done their jobs distracting the only bodyguard he had. As she approached the top of the stairs she could hear him snoring, putting aside all pretence of stealth she used her anger to her advantage and smashed into the room.

“Chicago isn’t free for the taking,” Sineya reached the man in a few strides as he tumbled from his bed confused. Ramming her heel into his throat she heard him gasp, but he had caught her foot and pulled hard enough for her to topple over. As he tried to rise she landed a foot on his head before getting back on her feet.

“Your Godfather’s dead, this place is ...” he stuttered.

Sineya felt a calm anger descend on her, this man was nothing, someone who thought they could muscle in and call themselves whatever they wanted. He was a weakling with no power. With cold eyes she watched him as she pulled her gun from it’s holster and shot him; the bullet ripped through his head leaving a gaping hole oozing blood. Leaving him where he lay she returned to the car, her driver starting the engine as she approached.

Arriving back at HQ she walked to the front of the crowd where her crew were waiting. Standing in front of them she addressed them as one.

“Chicago it is with sadness I stand here today, a great man and leader has passed. But we move forward as ever and will honour him by continuing our work. As your new Godmother I look forward to working closely with everyone to ensure the city grows into a place of peace and prosperity.”

Dog sits looking up at Godmother Sineya. Despite his otherwise cool demeanor, his tail betrays him, wagging just slightly against the ground. He does a kind of bow.

Godmother, the times have truly been tumultuous. Life, as ever, is a struggle forward and a struggle for balance. But I look forward to continuing the pursuit of Lord Varys' vision of Chicago with all of you.  Salut.

*There's a polite knock on the door*.. In an light Italian American but Posh? Voice you hear, "Hey, open up! The name's merae, I'm here for business.

Mere adjusts his black silk tie, and tugs on the cufflinks of his shirt. He was wearing a 3 piece black suit, a white shirt, black vest, black jacket and slick black jeans. His shoes? They were leather black too. He waited around a minute for a response and looked at his watched as he rolled black his sleeve around an inch to reveal a platinum watch. 

Lucy - dressed still in the attire of a woman in mourning, walked up to Metre and put a hand on the young gangster's shoulder.  She patted him reassuringly, "The Godmother is very busy today - you'll get your chance to show her what you can do soon enough."

To Sineya she inclined her head respectfully.  "Possa la tua casa conoscere solo la prosperità ei tuoi nemici non conosceranno mai la pace, Madrina." Which translated to 'May your home know only prosperity and your enemies never know peace, Godmother' in her father's native tongue.  

With that she helped to lead Metre back into the crowd that was eager to welcome the new Godmother.

Roger stepped up next, following those before him, and bowed. As he stood he removed his fedora and held it out toward Sineya...

"Anche il sole passa sopra il fango, e non s'imbratta... The Sun passes over filth and is not defiled." 

He cleared his throat and offered a smile.

"You are the new dawn of Chicago, Sineya. You have risen above the filth and with your setting breath, the world we know will forever be changed; blessed or crushed by your hand. May you find longevity, and luck, may you be graced with patience and understanding, and may you have riches and respect thrust upon you. Congratulazioni Madrina."

With the mouthful of words now bestowed upon the new Godmother-Chairman, Roger flipped his hat and placed it atop his head. He bowed a second time, spun on his heels, and stepped back into the crowd.

Charlie stepped forward and curtsied.   "Godmother, may your leadership provide security and prosperity to Chicago in the days and nights to come.  May your enemies succumb quickly and your allies rise with you to ever higher heights."  She curtsied again and stepped back so that others could come forward. 

Two cars slowly approached Bedlam Headquarters. The first car stopped and it was The Capazzo Crime Syndicate Consigliere Joseph_Ligambi and Underboss Wrench they along with several bodyguards exited the car. A second car pulled up immediately after. One of the bodyguards came around and opened the door. It was Don Capazzo.

He had come well dressed with his baby blue shirt and matching handkerchief sitting in the pocket of his pinstriped suit jacket. His hair was perfect as always never once looking less then stellar. Once he exited he looked at Adz, his head bodyguard, and informed him to have all the bodyguards wait by the car. He then joined Uncle Joe and Wrench as they made their way closer toward the front of Bedlam Headquarters.

The crowd was big, this was a important and historical day for Chicago and the underground world. A new Godmother Chairman was coming to the forefront and it was a good one, Sineya. Capazzo smiled as he walked closer and closer through the crowd, he shook hands and greeted some friends who were there. Finally he made his way almost to the front as the Godmother began to speak. He listened intently as Godmother Sineya spoke. She spoke about peace and prosperity, two things that were desperately needed during these times, Capazzo nodded as she continued. She also spoke about the late great Godfather Varys and honoring him by continuing our efforts to rebuild Chicago. Capazzo once again nodded.

After the Chairwoman was finished speaking various mafioso stepped up one by one and gave their well wishes. Then finally the last voice he heard was a familiar one. It was his fiancee, MasqCharlie. Capazzo smiled, this was typical of Charlie, she was THAT type of woman that was so kind and warm. After she was finished Capazzo saw a opening and stepped forward smiling at Charlie in the process.

"Hello everyone, I will be brief because I know there are others who wish to say something....I would like to personally congratulate our new Godmother...Sineya. I wish you all the best leading this fine city of Chicago. For quite some time we've been in ruins, every time we take one step forward tragic events unfold and we take two steps backward. I look forward to your leadership and helping you alongside with all the other Chicago leaders in rebuilding this city and taking it to heights that have never been seen before."

Capazzo smiled as he continued.

"As I've said in our past dealings please know I am available to you as well as the rest of the family there in South Side. We are one crew, one city and one family......Once again congratulations again to you!"

Capazzo took a step up and gave a hug to Sineya, he then slipped a envelope to the new Godmother and whispered into her ear. "Congratulations."

With that Capazzo smiled and took a few steps back allowing the next person to step up and give their greetings and well wishes.

Accompanying Don Capazzo and Wrench to such a momentous and important crowning event for Chicago, Uncle Joe could't help but feel the closeness and dedication being shown towards our fine city by all these friends of our's. Uncle Joe made is way for the new Godmother Sineya to whom he had not yet had the pleasure of personally meeting.

Seeing his moment to get a word in Uncle Joe began to speak to his new Godmother Sineya.

"We haven't ever crossed paths but I wanted to come with Don Capazzo and Wrench tonight to pay our respect's and show our unity under you and the city of Chicago. As my Don said, we are one crew, one family, one Chicago. United we stand and divided we fall. We're all for one, and one for all. I look forward to working under you to help rebuild our great city. Congratulations to you and may your run be a fruitful and prosperous one."

Uncle Joe raised a glass for a toast.

"To our new Godmother Sineya and to the city of Chicago and all of it's fine men and women of honor"

Cento anni di criminalità.

Summary, impeccably dressed as usual, walked up to the new Godmother of Chicago when it was his turn to do so....

"Congratulations Godmother," Said Summary as he bowed and offered an envelope and a bottle of aged Canadian Whisky from his own personal stash " May your reign be long and prosperous"