Shaggs watched the last of his things get loaded up into the moving trucks he hired. For only being there for a few weeks he had grown to love his old Headquarters. He knew he would miss the marble floors and his office full of old polished mahogany. He smiled and knew he'd not forget his wonderful time in New York but the possibilities waiting for him and his family in Las Vegas were too many to count.

He was grateful to Dovahkiin and Godfather Insomnia for the opportunity to move to Summerlin. He'd always enjoyed the district, being a man of finer tastes and all. He also had some professional gamblers in his crew that knew would be happy about the move. He'd flown over the day before and picked out a new spot. It was a bit more modern and less classic than the old one but he made sure he found a place with marble floors and knew he could have a newer Mahogany office added.

He finished his coffee slowly, knowing he had a long drive ahead of him he wanted to make sure he had all of his senses. If The Mystery Machine didn't make it across the country to their new home he didn't know what he'd do. The van was all gassed up and ready to go, he just needed to load up his members who had come back to New York with him to tie up a few loose ends. Shaggs looked over at the group and shouted at them before climbing in The Mystery Machine.

Hey you lot, get loaded up in the van! We're Las Vegas bound!

Tony finished the cigar he had been smoking for some time on the steps of the Mystery Machine HQ. The Bronx had been his home for some time now and he knew he would miss it. He watched as the HQ was packed up before his eyes including the things from his room. They were moving to Summerlin in Las Vegas. Shaggs yelled over at everyone to finally get ready to leave...

Alright boss! I'll be right over and ready for the trip to the West Coast. 

Tony walks over and grabs the chair he had left on the side of the stairs. Then he grabs a nice piece of rope and walks over to the van. With the help of a few of his bodyguards he ties the chair to the top of the van and then fashions a seat belt for himself with a smaller piece of rope.

Well let's get this journey on the road! I'm ready for Summerlin. I just hope that it is ready for all of us.

Tony straps in ready for their next chapter.

LoveGun took a drag from her cigarette and tucked a piece of her blond hair behind her ear. She had been sitting on one of the lower steps outside the headquarters in The Bronx watching Shaggs and TonyCastelli load up The Mystery machine. LoveGun looked from the van to the headquarters and then back again to the van. She didn't know if everything or everyone was going to fit, but they would manage. Plus, she think she heard Remy_LeBlow volunteer earlier to be packed onto the roof of the van. That was very nice of him. She flicked her cigarette towards the trash cans sitting near the stoop and sauntered over to the van. 

Vegas.

LoveGun announced once she was standing next to her boss. She raised her arms, her hands together and then away from each other as if she were presenting the city to him herself.

The city of dreams. Or so they say. Or maybe that's Los Angeles. Maybe it's paradise in the desert. Did you know that Prof-V-Jameson is packing up his....experiments as we speak?

LoveGun shrugged. 

I wouldn't be too worried about it. I don't think any of them will come to life in the middle of the night and eat us.....hopefully. Well, I'm getting in the van before all the good seats are taken. It's too damn cold in this city. I'm ready for some fun in the sun. 

LoveGun climbed into the van, but soon stuck her head back out. 

Congratulations boss.

She smiled at Shaggs.

My cousin is a fortune teller and she says the city of lights...wait, that's not it either. Anyway, Vegas will be good to you, to us all. 

Professor Victor Jameson was walking towards the mystery machine whilst speaking to Tony about gambling. It was a nice change of pace to the normal talk of extortion and hookers.

"As long as you double your money every time you lose a bet, you cant lose! you just keep on winning." He spots Shaggs "you get yourself comfy, I need to speak to the boss really quickly." He waits until tony is out of earshot before whispering to Shaggs.

"Experiment 001 has been a success. He is better then I could of hoped. Soon we will be ready to pass the serum to the rest of the crew." He chuckles to himself before heading into the back of the van

Jones shuddered, and almost dropped the liberty quarter he was fidgeting with when Shaggs shouted. As if being awakened from his thoughts had made them surge with him into reality.

He had grown a lot in this thing of ours since he first came to New York, not long ago he was considered but a petty thief and yet it felt like ages ago. "How would the man I was a few years ago see me now." He thought with a certain humorous curiosity. "Good and evil are just points of view. Perspectives after all. I wasn't the good guy, and I'm not the bad one now either." 

Although, that wack a few nights before was a haunting visage:

A grown man begging at his feet with his face full of tears and snot, while Jones slowly pushed the cold steel of his gun-barrel into his left temporal lobe.

"I swear I won't cross you again, I swear Jonesy. I have barely been makin' any money these days. I have needs that I must...".

Jones didn't let him finish his praying pleas. Silencing the room with the loud bang of his Colt Peacemaker. The two expressions stood locked for a few seconds. The first, a wide-eyed face carved by despair while slowly his jaw dropped and his left eye rolled up. The second, a maniacal frown and a mouth full of contempt.

"Make peace with your maker, the only one you'll have from me comes from the barrel of this piece if you cross me." - He said after the body clashed dry with the wooden floor.

"Eat or be eaten." He thought while he waved at Shaggs and walked towards the The Mystery Machine.

Las Vegas, here we go guys!