Work was good, paperwork was not. Shelby managed to make a few stacks which was good, but had a few reports to fill out which was not. He was kept up late in his study as the clock approached 2am. Shelby had finished his most recent glass of whiskey and he went to pour another only to find the bottle was empty. He let out a sigh and got up to go to his basement where there was countless bottles, some legal in the country, some not. He had a look at a bottle of Jameson's, 1890 and decided tonight was the night to sink that. As he began to walk back up the stairs, he heard a murmuring coming from upstairs. Confused, he grabbed his gun from the holster tucked in his trouser leg and tried to walk without making any floorboards sing. He got a slight view out of the nearly-closed door and managed to catch a glimpse of a group of masked men, he could count three. The search party disbanded into different rooms, he quietly followed one into the lounge room whom he managed to hit in the back of his head with his gun, the man lay unconscious on the floor and as Shelby went closer to take off his mask he was grappled from behind by one of the other goons, he took a few punches to the body by the man, he managed to flip the masked man onto his belly and as he was about to take a shot into the man's back, everything went black..

Shelby woke up to pure darkness, he heard the murmuring and tried to shake the dizziness of the blow to the back of his head..

"He's awake, take that thing off him" ordered a voice which Shelby thought recognised.

As the mask was taken off his face, he struggled with the bright lights staring down him. The men still had their masks on, one of the men came from the right side and punched Shelby in the face. He spat blood onto the floor and chuckled..

"You're punch isn't as good as your boyfriend in the corner's."

Another punch was thrown at Shelby as he felt blood trickle from his eyebrow, "that's more like it" he thought to himself. The man approached Shelby..

"So this is gonna be real simple. You tell us where we can find Odin, or we kill you. How does that sound?" Another voice said.

Shelby burst out laughing..

"Now you know that ain't gonna happen, might as well put the gun in my mouth and pull the trigger because you're getting nothing from me."

The masked man had a sarcastic chuckle as he signalled to one of his cronies who moved across the room towards a big bag. He unzipped the bag to produce a chainsaw, he starts it up as he takes it closer to Shelby's right knee. The leader of the masked men comes closer to Shelby..

"How about now "hard man", would such an instrument change your mind?"

"Absolutely not a chance." Shelby says defiantly.

"Good."  the masked man said as he nodded to his other men who began to take off their masks, he instantly recognised the two faces. Qahnaarin and Dominick were revealed. Shelby confusedly looked at the last remaining member as he took off his mask. It was Odin all along. He takes out his knife and cuts the ropes keeping Shelby's wrists to the chair he was tied to and then pulls him up..

"Sorry about all that, had to make sure you passed the final test didn't I?"

Shelby looked even more confused..

"The final test? The final test for what?"

Odin smiled as he put out his right hand to Shelby..

"For me to let you set up your new crew, congratulations!" he says as he pours out the four glasses of the bottle of Jameson's for himself, Shelby, Qahnaarin and Dominick. They all drink before any further ado and shakes the hands of all three men. 

"Well, you could've just sent me a letter." The four men chuckled. "But in all seriousness, I can't thank you enough for this opportunity, me and Dominick here won't let you down. By order of The Peaky Blinders!"

Shelby pours four more glasses as the celebrations begin..

Thomas just arived... exhausted after long running... cant see whats going on inside, he just knocks the door first and opend it

"hello boss, umm ..i know...i... i shouldnt be here i know.. but.. i didnt want you to forget this champagne, you said,... you said keep it for the right day..."

"i cant find any better day..."

"to the, Peaky Blinders"

Qahnaarin grinned broadly at young Shelby and raised his glass of Jameson.

"I'm proud of you Shelbs. You have always been a strong, loyal member of Chicago and we are very happy to give you a chance to be more. You've worked your arse off for Odin and myself since day one, and I've little doubt it won't continue. Let's try to make it last a bit longer than your grandad's run, shall we?"

Next he turned to Dominick.

"Dom, I know Baloo's death hit you hard. You were his go to guy, his number two. Shelby made an excellent decision in naming you for a similar position in his family. You've been around the block a time or two and I am positive you will be able to help Shelby with anything he should need."

With that, he drained his glass of Jameson and gave both men a handshake.

"If you'll excuse me, I have other obligations I must see to. Congrats to you both!"

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