It was a nice, warm day in Kingston, Jamaica. Marley had just finished a jam session with the ole crew.

Me wants no part of tee bull shit mon!

Marley yells at a random Rasta trying to sell him a bag of incenses. Marley had bought incenses from this man several times before, but that last batch was Melvin Scented Assortments and personally that shit smelled like just that, shit, I mean Melvin.

Marley pulls a joint from behind his ear and lites it taking a long, hard puff.

A piece of fire falls on Marley's shirt. Marley fans it off and takes another pull.

One of Marley's guards approaches him with an urgent call from Lancelot in Chicago.

Marley says hello and Lancelot yells....

Get your lazy ass up off your lazy ass you lazy ass!

Lancelot screams through the phone line.

Marley hops to his feet saying...

Yea BossMon! I'm here in Kingston working on the of....the of....the marijuana deal thing you told me to look into.

What seems to be the problem?

Lancelot responds laughing...

Haha. I was just fucking with you my lazy, bum of a RHM, piece of shit pothead friend, but I do need you to fly back to Chicago for some business plans we need to discuss ASAP!

Lancelot hangs up the phone while Marley continues to talk...

So what's dee problem boss? Someting wrong mon? Hello? Hello?

Marley hung the phone up and handed it back to his guard thinking "What the fuck".

Was this the call where I get a bullet in the back of my head and never heard from again Marley thought.

Marley yells for his driver Peter to pull the car around and they head to the airport.

Back in the states, Marley had a weird feeling about what exactly was about to go down. As they pulled up to the Chicago Headquarters Marley whispered to his son Ziggy, who had made the trip with him...

If yee don't hear from me again son, take dee family to dee Kingston estate and let them know that you will be in charge of things going forward.

Marley takes the last puff of a small roach he was holding in his finger tips and exhales saying...

Tell'em I had a fishing accident.

Marley walks into the Headquarters only to see Lancelot, as well as, Storm and a host of the cities upper structure all sitting around a large table.

Lancelot yells out, while taking a long swig from what seemed to be a half empty bottle of whiskey.

Marley!! You mother fucker!! Bring your ass over here.

It was apparent that Marley had stumbled in on some sort of celebration. Marley looked up at a banner that stated, "Marley_Returns, New Crewleader in The Loop!!!"

Marley smiled to himself, took a deep breathe and yelled out...

And we shell be called, "The Supreme Council of Smoking Pot".

Lancelot smiles at his friend Marley and hands him a big gift wrapped box along with a paper bag full of Jamaica's finest...

"You have served me well brother, I know you will do both Godmother Storm and myself proud aswell as the city of Chicago" Lancelot shakes Marley's hand "Congrats brother, if you ever need anything you know where I am, we're going to miss your stoned lazy ass here the Knights Templar"

Laughing Marley picks up his gift box and bag of Jamaican gold "I hope dis is the good shit boss, who did you get it off? it better not be that Melvin shit", Lancelot smiles "You'll just have to try it and see, now get your lazy ass out of here and go do some work for a change"

Marley Leaves The Knights Templar HQ and heads over to his new property, knowing the hard work now begins but looking forward to the challenge of what lies ahead.

The Supreme Council of Smoking Pot

Is now open for business.

Freelancer walks up to Marley and shakes his hand.

"Congratulations my friend, I know you will do amazing things in the city of Chicago."

After hearing the news in Chicago. SirGodrikz took a direct flight to thank Marley in person. He takes out his hand to shake Marley's

"Great Job, Congratulations. You make Chicago very proud!"

Sorry it took me so long to get here been rather busy these days, 

after missing the opening of the new HQ percy steps into the bar to offer marley a fat joint to apologise for missing the opening but most of all to congratulate you on this fine opening i know you will do meny good things here is Chicago wish you all the best old friend 

Rick arrives in Chicago after hearing a new Auth has taken place, and keen to congratulate the man in person he makes his way to the new HQ.

"Congratulations Marley, I wish you the best in your new adventure"

Rick offers out a congratulate hand shake to Marley and a bag of Philadelphia's finest Pot

"Enjoy it my friend"

I remember this family. Good to see you guys back and better than ever!

I remember The Supreme Council of Smoking Pipes, where ancient ancestors of mine hung their fedoras. Can't say I remember this family, though.

Congrat