Silence. That's always what comes after that shot. That single shot that changes everything around. There's no time to think about it, you just go with it. A moment of hesitation can be too long. You either become the conqueror or the conquered. 

It was a busy day as usual in Detroit. Business was booming, money was being made, throats were being slit and brains were being blown. Just another typical day in. But what made this day different, was something else, which we'll get through it in a bit. Rampage had just arrived back home after closing the last details with that new bar around the corner and he sat down. Waiting anxious. 

Just then the phone rang. Sweat was going down his face as the second ring came popping up again. He carefully picked it up.

"It's time. Meet me back at the headquarters." It was his boss, Apache .

The moment they had all been waiting for had finally arrived. Rampage got out, turned his car on and started driving towards the meeting place. Oh how far they had come he started thinking to himself. Remembering the days they were just a small crew going over giving a hard time to local dealers, and now, after all this time, they had come to the top. It was time to challenge the head of the district. The Godfather.

As he entered the building he ran into the some familiar faces. Don Flexx-Mitchell was there, tossing his favorite coin in the air while keeping his best friend Tommygun in his right hand. 

"Bossman is waiting for you inside, let's get this wrapped up already!" said Flexx.

He went on Apaches office, and as soon as he entered, he was handed over his two revolvers. Rampage like the western style so he always tried to make a show while shooting stuff.

"We're ready, they've already taken the yard, all that's left is that last floor standing." was heard from Apache. The attack had started and the lookout guards of the mansion were already dealt with. Now it was time to deal with the heavy guns.

This was no time to rush in, one wrong move could make the whole operation go to shit! TwoB was in charge of taking care of anyone who would try to run and raise any alarm. Dilldough was cooperating with Rampage clearing the place out along Rampage. After several minutes of heavy fire, they had finally made it towards the last floor. There was only one man standing. 

The main fucking event!

Flexx-Mitchell had made into the office and tied up the Godfather. He was no longer a threat. With that done he cleared the way for Apache as he nodded for everybody else to get out.

"Me having to give you my..." was the only thing heard as the door was shut quickly.

A single shot is heard after a long conversation that had been going on.

The door opened, and Apache came out with some blood across his face and a devilish smile on his face. 

The Godfather was dead, long live the new Godfather. Godfather Apache! 12th Street very first new ruler. Everyone there went over giving their congratulations to him. Even the Godfather of Detroit, Salvatore_Luciano had come for him alongside his hand Draven .  He deserved it after all. 

Rampage decided to be the last one to go over, and as he met his boss he started talking. 

"I guess you couldnt manage this one cleaner eh" while chuckling over Apaches dirty outfit. 

"You have to send a message across man. Either way, we have more things to take care of after this shitstorm." was said as he lighted up a cigar. 

"Well, this might be a little early, but why stop the good events here. I want you to gather some of my men and form your very own little crew here in 12th. You've proven yourself useful and I know you'll make us proud here so use this chance well!"

It was finally time for Rampage. Time for Blackout!