The rain was pouring on this foggy night. No sounds except the elements of the storm could be heard. A Place that never had a dull moment moment, but felt like a ghost town on this particular evening. Many people were staying home with the thunderstorms in the forecast for the coming days. One of the worse storms in Philadelphia history was suppose to hit within the next couple hours. A few blocks away from the center of Old City District was a a gravel road that led to the headquarters of Beyond The Whispers. A darken path with no street lights of such would make one think this area was abandoned. A Place in the middle of the woods with no signs of life, yet blood was flowing within this home. No sounds could be heard, yet plans were being made. Bright lights could be seen in the distance pulling up to the headquarters. Sounds of the brakes squealing could be heard as the vehicle came to a stop. A man gets out the vehicle as @MoonDog sends a few associates to assist this gentleman. They go to the rear of the vehicle and the man opens a hatch connecting to a container. Multiple crates stacked to the top of the container with the words fragile written across each one. @MoonDog glances over and notices the pace is to slow.

Now get to unpacking them crates boys, they not going to just unload them self now is they?

@MoonDog pulls a flask from his jacket and takes a few sips while the associates start to unload the container. You could feel that the crates were heavy from the exhausted look on their faces after about 20 minutes. When they made it to the back of the container an expression of relief came across them. @-Assassin- steps out from the headquarter curious to what the hell was going on. Looking over towards @MoonDog he shrugs his shoulders in a curious manner.

Come on man, you know this that 1900's vintage wine.

The associates face became puzzled when they found out they just unloaded a whole container of wine. -Assassin- just shook his head and walked back into the headquarter. Another set of lights could be seen driving up fast leaving a trail of dust in the rear. One of Storm bodyguards steps out and walks to the rear holding an umbrella over the car while opening the door. As Storm steps out she sees a empty container with a lot of fragile crates.

Hey Boss, the family came together and got you some of the best wine money could buy. It came all the way from Little Italy. I think its vintage or something, but you know alcohol is alcohol sweettttt lady.

Storm looks to her trustee @MoonDog and starts to giggle a bit. As she places her hand over her face and shakes her head, she tells the associates to load the crates back up in the container. @MoonDog looks to Storm and giggles too.

I drink a bit much today you know, with the storm and all? Ok boyyyyyss, you heard the boss now. Them crates not gonna load them self up by they self now is they? 

As the associates start to load the crates up, @MoonDog and @Storm goes into the headquarters to discuss some changes. As the two of them go into the office the whispers became faint. 

The Last couple weeks have felt colder than normal. More than a few good people were gunned down, but even when one good person is to never come back it puts a dent on things. With the murder of the late @East_Side_Tacos, changes had to be made. I've been given @HotIce blessing to take our operations to Bella Vista.

@MoonDog looks at Storm with a dumbfounded expression.

You been drinking that hooch again lady? Do you not remember the sit down that happened not too long ago? 

As Storm looks down to the ground she stands up placing her keys to the headquarters on top of her desk. Looking over to MoonDog she begins to speak.

I remember the sit down i had with our Godmother @HotIce. I also remember speaking with @Maddy on such matters that we all face now. I didn't forget @MoonDog, its just...... It's just actually happening now.

As the two of them walk out the headquarters, Storm realizes a new chapter is just now starting. Sounds of a car driving off can be heard as it fades away in the distance.