Smog fills the air in 12th Street Detroit, as Rampage steps out of his headquarter. He stops to take a deep breath, before almost getting knocked over by Regman and JoeDough, who were following him closely.

As a young boy Rampage used to be nothing but a snot nosed kid hustling on the streets just to get by. At the age of 13 he'd been imprisoned for the first time, after being caught picking pockets outside the local bakery. It became obvious for everyone quite early that Rampage wasn't going to go down the straight path in life. However, at the same time, Rampage had big plans for his future.

Growing up on the 12th Street of Detroit, Rampage loved the community here. It was simply a place to call home, and he loved the city where he was born. He was determined to be somebody in Detroit.

However, after the recent fall of GodFather Apache,  the 12th street had fallen on its knees, and the times were dark. A greasy bastard from the underbelly of crime called BennyNoodles was wreaking havoc, exortion and murder had followed him from the hell hole that swallowed him and spit back out like the mutt that he was. A dangerous man, who demanded respect and respect was given none the less, BennyNoodles was the leader of a vicious crew, the Dildo Danglers.

Rampage knew something had to be done, and after weeks of preparation, the time had come. He turned towards Regman and JoeDough;

You ready guys? Let's go get 'em.

The three men strolled down the streets, straight towards the local stripclub where Godfather Noodles was known to hang out.

Regman and JoeDough positioned them on each side of the door, in case anyone came running out. Rampage on the other hand, went straight in, and only seconds after one could hear the sound of a gun going of.

Bang, bang, bang.

It went quiet. Then another round;

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

As people started screaming, Rampage came out the door again, smiling.

Joe looked at him and asked;

Everything go OK?

Yeah, I got him, wasn't a problem, Rampage smiled.

Sure you got him? I mean, you only fired 7 shots, he could still be breathing.. Regmans sarcasm was rarely well hidden.

I might have gotten a little eager, Rampage replied.

Now lets get back to the headquarters and celebrate!

Kaeden had heard the news of Rampage's new position in 12th Street Detroit and immediately hopped on a plane and headed for Detroit to congratulate the new Godfather in person. He headed to the Blackout HQ and after a few minutes of convincing the guys at the door that he was an old family friend he was allowed inside. 

They searched him quickly for any weapons and then took him upstairs to where Rampage was. He congratulated the new Godfather and gave him an expensive bottle of Scotch he had picked up on the way from the airport as a gift.

After she got the order for a Long Island Ice Tea, Tammy had just started mixing gin and rum when she heard a sudden loud noise. She dropped her cocktail shaker and realized it was a gunshot.. The floor was an immediate mess..
But Tammy was Tammy. And Tammy was a pro. So she took the shaker, washed it off, cleared the floor, poured in some gin and rum, shook.. opened the shaker to add some tequila as she was surprised by a next gunshot, dropping the shaker once again, leaving the floor a mess once more.

She sighed, then picked up the shaker, washed it, mobbed the floor, washed her hands and mumbled to herself
I am a professional..
She poured in the booze once more with half-fake smile, starting with the gin this time
BANG!

The noise was so loud that she dropped the bottle of gin, making the glass shatter to pieces on the stone floor.
She looked up, politely smiled as she bent down to pick up the pieces of glass carefully, then swiping the floor to remove the splinters, then mobbing the floor again. As she rose up again, she smiled, washed her hands and took a new bottle of gin from the shelve above. She opened it, poured it into the shaker, added gin, reached out to take the tequila when another shot was fired. She smiled as she didn't drop anything this time..

See, she said, I am a professional..

Adding tequila, another gunshot was heard, and this time, the loud noise caught Tammy off-guard once more, as she dropped her mixer to the floor, breaking it..

She sighed again, picked up the mixing device, mobbed the floor and washed her hands..
Looking up then, she decided to stay persuading..

Be prepared, Tammy!

She took a new cocktail shaker, added gin, rum, vodka and tequila and started shaking.
Another gunshot, Tammy's heart skipped a beat, but she kept the shaker tight.
They must be doing a thorough job, she whispered..

She opened the shaker, added some triple sec and the actual iced tea she had prepared, took a longdrink glass and poured the cocktail it into it as another gunshot was heard. It scared her so much that she squeezed the glass too hard, breaking it.

Well screw this bloody Long Island Ice Tea! she shouted, as she paced outside, where she ran straight into JoeDough.

I am sorry, Mister Dough.. What is this all about?

The answer got the smile back to Tammy's face
Rampage did!?
That is awesome news! I was so tired of those Dildo Danglers telling everyone what to do in our district..!

Will you congratulate the new Godfather on my behalf?

Joe straightens his coat after almost being run down by Tammy, on her way out of  the strip club where Joe had been standing guard.

He looks at Tammy, a little suprised by her request.

Of course I'll pass on your congratulations. But wouldn't you rather join us for a little celebration back at the headquarters?

You'd get to congratulate the man himself!

Regman pulls up outside headquarters, excitement still coursing through his veins the rush of taking out a Godfather was too much to handle, The slag Benny Noodles was no more he'd taken his last breath and loosened his grip on 12th street thanks to the inch perfect plan of Rampage. Killing came natural to the three who slain Benny Noodles and the high ranking members of the Dildo Danglers, but some thanks was owed to the hard work put in of the 12 street crews, enabling Rampage to take such a feat. 

Taking a deep breath Regman reflected on the past for a few minutes, growing up on 12 street with Rampage and JoeDough wasn't easy under the rule of the bastard Benny, taking what they could on the snide without any of his crew knowing, but they stayed close, In touching distance of their enemy, it was an arduous journey but they got there and few gun shots too many, god knows why Rampage needed to shoot so much, the control of 12th Street was theirs and Rampage the man leading them.

Regman entered Headquarters and it's mayhem, which was odd because that was usually his thing, amidst the chaos he can see JoeDough perched on the edge of the desk whiskey in one hand, Cigar in the other. What did you expect they are mobsters.. Rampage was sitting in his chair look of relief on his face. Approaching the desk Rampage stands up and Regman gives him a warm embrace My friend, My brother, It's your time now and i'll follow you to the ends of the earth, Congratulations he whispers.

With the formalities out of the way Regman takes to any bottle he finds, I mean any bottle, cigarette nubs in the bottom no fucking problem. An hour passes by and Regman is absolutely shit faced, down to his pants singing at the top of his lungs. Rampage looks to JoeDough to settle Regman down he knew what to do, JoeDough pulls out his pistol and butts Regman on the back of the head. With a smirk on his face JoeDough mutters sleep tight and proceeds to join Rampage in more celebrations.

Soseki's bodyguard Lucas burst through his office door in the Tranquility HQ and exhaled a string of words that could generously be interpreted as "Rampage just killed Bennynoodles! He's the new Godfather of 12th Street!"

It was about time someone put an end to the dastardly Dildo Danglers, and who better to do it than Rampage. After all, he wasn't called Rampage for nothing. I'm sure they got exactly what was coming to them. 

Lucas grab your coat and the best whiskey we've got, we're going to the Blackout headquarters for a reunion and to congratulate Godfather Rampage. Besides, I owe him a bottle from the last time I was there.

Upon arriving at his old home, the Blackout HQ, Soseki cut through the crowd of familiar, friendly faces who had gathered to celebrate. He stopped only occasionally to shake someones hand, but eventually reached the new Godfather and handed him the whiskey.

I know how hard you worked for this, especially with everything that has happened in the past couple of weeks. No one is more deserving than you and I know you're going to lead the district on to great things. For now though, let's drink!

Tammy was quite surprised on how the events of this day took place.
When a couple of minutes ago she was on a breaking streak of a longdrink glass, a cocktail shaker and a bottle of gin (in reversed order), JoeDough had now was invited her to come celebrate his Godfathership at Rampage's Headquarters!

She smiled and nodded at JoeDough as she gladly accepted the invitation.

An acceptance she would remember for a while, as, when they arrived at the HQ, RegMan was in the middle of dining room, showing a unique type of dancing.. Also a unique choice of what was left of his clothing, as a matter of fact.. Tammy was quite enjoying the freedom of mind RegMan showed, yet on the other hand understood why JoeDough decided to temporarily bring him into another state of mind. As RegMan crashed to the ground, JoeDough pushed Soseki away, rather brutally, to introduce Tammy to Rampage.

Tammy blushed, smiled and made a small bow..

It's a great honour to congratulate you in person, Rampage. I hope this will be the start of a long reign and I would be happy to support you wherever I can, Godfather..

She then stepped a bit closer and added a whispered question

Did you physically retaliate Benny Noodles for what he and his Dildo Danglers have been doing recently to some of us here in 12th?