Once again the country had been torn apart by War. Madeline had spent nearly 48 hours on her feet, flying across the country, organizing the safety of friends, taking out targets who were always on the move. They had lost some of the country’s most prominent leaders, and nothing would be the same. moving from place to place, flying I'm private jets all around the country, dealing with the aftermath of

When Godfather Spaceman had been gunned down chaos had ensued, but now it was time to rebuild and put the pieces back together again. She was bruised and battered, tired and struggling with the loss of people that she cared about deeply. But the world had to keep on moving. After getting some much-needed sleep, Madeline had been called into a meeting with other leaders from around the country to discuss what to do next. Godfather Coltrane, Don Zoom, the newly crowned Godfather of Philadelphia, KingofMeatPopsicles, her friend, now a Godmother in her own right, Tara Bryne, Godfather Spacepole and of course her boss, Godfather Clement. Together they discussed the future of the country, and when it was over, it was clear that New York would be expanding into Las Vegas.

She was immediately ushered into another meeting, this time with just Space and Jemaine. The three were tired but there was more to do, the work was never ending it seemed. It was Spacepole who spoke first, telling her that she would be going to Las Vegas to represent New York if she agreed.

The thought was equally terrifying and exciting to Madeline. She had joined Jemaine so long ago, and they had worked together side by side for years now. She never envisioned leaving New York, and she truly knew very little about Las Vegas. It was easily her least frequented city; it was the desert and Madeline had always been drawn to water.

But Jemaine was keen to branch out into the casino business, and he respected that work Madeline had put into the business district in New York. New York was a tight-knit city; these people were her family, and she knew this city like the back of her own hand.

Still, this wasn’t an opportunity she could pass up. So, she agreed, and they spent the next few hours working out the details of her move.

When she returned to her headquarters, she knew there was still no time for sleep. She sent messages to Roper and HandsomeRob, asking them to both meet her in her office as soon as possible. Once they arrived and settled in, she filled them in on the recent developments.

“Anthony, Jemaine and I agreed that you would come to Las Vegas with me. I know we’ve had our differences, but I can’t think of anyone else I would trust in Summerlin. You’ll have your own district to run, and we can both make Kamille proud. I know she’d be happy to see us working together and to see you have this opportunity.

Rob, you’ll also be stepping up, into your own headquarters. You’ve been by my side since the start of the Rejected Misfits, and I can’t imagine anyone else taking on the role as my Captain in The Strip. We have a lot of work to do boys and not a lot of time to do it, so unless you have questions, we need to get packing. Although I think we have time for a toast."

Madeline broke out a bottle of Tennesse whiskey; her go to drink. Three glasses were filled with ice and whiskey; one passed to each of the two men in front of her. She raised her glass with a small smile and made a toast. 

"To New York and new adventures in a new city."

William clears his throat as he shakes the sand off of his hat

"Congrats boss, I look forward to serving this god forsaken desert city til the death of me. Cheers to you and that handsome SOB Rob!"

Well I guess that ended a lot quicker than I expected. 

What I should've said I'll serve this city til I can't no more. At least I had one solid day here. Rest in peace.