Drops from the pouring rain could be seen sliding down the windows of the headquarters. A few associates were packing up crates with some of the finest hooch brought from the mountains back East. Storm was known for drinking a bit much, but this was taught from a broken home of a drunk mother. The lights begin to flicker as the thunderstorm grew stronger and the night became colder. Inside the chapel of the headquarters, you could find Storm contemplating life decisions. A Smith and Wesson Model 19 could be seen placed on the table in front of her. Seven bullets were laid out in front of the gun as she picked up each one individually. Placing each bullet inside the cylinder of the Smith and Wesson she was left with one extra bullet. In her days she taught many people within her family that one bullet is all it takes. Not for death, but the choices we have knowing that certain actions could make a difference. This one bullet became family and family became beyond everything. A knock could be heard at the door as Assassin and Lancelot walks in. Not speaking they notice Storm vibe is different as if she has no emotions right now. As her hands begin to shake she stands up and places her belongings in her purse. Looking at the two of them its almost as if death was painted in her eyes. 

It is time! I need you to know if i don't make it out of......

Before she could finish speaking Assassin quickly interrupted her.

Boss lady, you're going to do fine. Ill stick to the shadows, but will stay close to you. Lancelot will be with us as well so you have nothing to worry about. 

Her hands start to calm as she begins to walk away.

What about this one bullet you left Storm?

Storm looks at Lancelot and smiles.

Maybe you should hold on to it for awhile. It may just bring back memories of the good old days.

The three of them exit the Chapel as Storm calls for Beenan to send for the car. As the car pulls forward HotIce could be seen in the back. Opening the door they exchange a few whispers while being driven to the airport. Sounds of gravel can be heard as the vehicle pulls up to a side road where the jet is waiting. Before exiting HotIce begins to speak.

This is as far as i go for now, but be safe hun. Whatever you do, aim straight and don't second guess yourself. You bring the wraith of this weather upon anyone who floods your path. And for the Chairman in Chicago, show him why your'e the eye of the Storm.

Storm smiles as she gets onto the jet and travels to Chicago. 

A few hours later.

Upon landing, whispers started to travel throughout Chicago that Storm was in the city. Without informing the heads of her reason for travel they took this as a threatening action. Sounds of shots could be heard as Storm was hit. Bleeding down her side she knew that it was time to make that choice in which could be all the difference. As she held to her waist she took her Smith and Wesson and aim straight at Chairman of Chicago. Stumbling she pulled the trigger three times and was able to hit him, but it was not enough. Becoming nervous she reached inside her purse and brought out her flask. Making the decision if it all ends tonight this will be her last drink. As she waited for the sounds of the gun shots to cease she quickly came from cover and shot the Chairman in the chest. Walking up to him you could hear the sound of blood entering his lungs as he coughed and wheezed. Holding the Smith and Wesson in her hand she aims straight as she places the last two bullets in his heart. Barely holding on she falls to the ground and begins to reminisce on her beginning days and how so much as change. Fading out she starts to feel a soft drizzle of rain fall in the windy city of Chicago.

Helping storm to her feet Lancelot carries her to the car and lays her on the back seat whilst he attends to her wound, tearing off his shirt he improvises a makeshift bandage and keeps pressure on the wound, all the time reassuring her she would be alright "Just keep talking to me don't close your eyes, tell me a story any story just stay with me, we are going to get you sorted I promise" Lancelot screams out to Beenan to start the car, " Take us to old man Murphy's and step on it she's lost a fair bit of blood", the car screams off at a deadly pace whilst Lancelot keeps pressure on the wound and keeps Storm talking.

They arrive at old man Murphy's just in time by now Storm had lost a lot of blood and was becoming incoherent and barely conscious, after a few hours Lancelot, Assassin, Marley_Returns and Beenan were allowed in to see her, as always old man Murphy had worked wonders and she was as good as new albeit a bit sore.

"Welcome back Godmother you did it, the deed is done congratulations" they all said with a smile.

She saw them exit the chapel, Beenan starts the car, she drives as fast as she can. She looks at Storm from the mirror, she heard we should move to chicago. It wont be easy decision for her. She saw Hotice whisper her something. She is happy for her decision but she knows that she should work harder to help her run the city. 

When Lands on the airport Beenan walks beside storm.She is bad in words but she wants tell her something. 

"Hey do u feel butterfly into ur stomach ? " she smiles and tries break the ice. 

" I just want you to know, I know we are not close enough but since I knew you . I know you are a leader. Don't think too much, we will stand behind you to take a bullet for ya" Beenan smiles and get her gun ready, she helps Storm to shoot some bodyguards. She hears Lancelot screams as she sees blood on Storm, Beenan starts car and drive as fast she can.