The gravel made a crunching noise as the tires of the Rolls-Royce Brewster came to a halt. Once the fine vehicle settled into park Marcus opened stepped out of shotgun. He lit a cigarette, took drag and looked into the back seat of the car. Godfather Roman was sitting in the back with a highly trusted member of the Chicago family. The godfather nodded his head, releasing Premeir from the vehicle. Just as Premeir grabbed for the door latch Roman spoke.

"Go forward and do great."

Premeir exited the vehicle, but before softly shutting the door he looked at his Godfather.

Thank you.

Premeir took Marcus's side and the two men walked forward. As they reached the gathering, people who had come for the Chicago announcement, both Marcus's and Premeir's most trusted body guards stepped forward. They were both ready to take the head of security positions. Premeir waved his hands for them to stay back.

If anyone in this crowd wants me dead, let them do it now.

Both men nodded and stepped back resuming their position behind their bosses. As they passed Premeir could see in their eyes that they disagreed with his choice, but knew their place. Premeir took a few steps forward and took his spot in front of the crowd, ready to address the audience.

I come from a rich heritage that has been given many chances to do great things throughout each generation. My father had wanted the opportunities through the mob to stop with his generation and a new era to start with myself. I have carried on my fathers wishes. A new era has started with me, but before I get ahead of myself let me explain.

I was in school studying business when my father was struck down from his position in Chicago from a gun malfunction and taken selfeshly from the ones who loved him and the ones who stood by him. Both Godfather Roman and Don Marcus personally delivered the news to me. neither of them came to me with ulterior motives, they only wanted to express the great grief they shared with me now and to further make apparent that if I needed anything they were just a phone call away.

I appreciated their support and the guidance they had always given me through the years. My father wanted me to stay out of the life of crime, but I knew the great men he worked with. Godfather Roman was basically an uncle to me and Marcus, a brother. They both encouraged me to stay in and at school and told me Chicago would be taken care of.

The next day a man named Godfather Dean visited my home to pay his respects to my father. He spoke fondly of him and told me a few stories, memories that he had of my father. I ask him to tell me exactly how he had died, instead of answering Godfather Dean slipped on a very serious composer and looked me straight in the eye.

"No, I will tell you how he lived."

After the Godfather left I thought long and hard about everything that had happened to me in such a short period of time. I thought about my father and his wishes, I thought about the city he helped build, on the position he left behind and what was to come of me with my schooling and the career after it.

The next day I drove to meet with my mentors, Godfather Roman and Don Marcus, and tell them my plans. I had one goal and that was to be as good as my father, maybe even better. They both told me it would be hard and that I would get no special treatment from them because of who my father was. Godfather Roman explained to me that they did not run a city off of bloodlines, but a city of hard work and dedication.

I knew I had a lot of catching up to do, but thankfully I had my father's journals and the inheritance helped out as well. I got to work quickly, robbing old women of their purses and knocking over gas stations. I moved up quickly and just recently became a made man for Don Marcus. As I stand here in front of you I think back to my days at school. Now that time in my life feels like a lifetime ago and a degree could hold nothing to the honor of being apart of a real family.

So here I am, Marcus at my side and my Godfather's support closer then it appears, standing here to announce that I have been given the honor that previous generations of mine have been given. I've been given the honor or the nod to continue on my family's legacy and start a new era with the Spanish Inquisition. I will do my best to carry on the name they have built with blood and sweat in these great cities, to carry on the tradition Chicago has earned.

Premeir turned towards Marcus. This goes to both you and the Godfather. Thank you for this opportunity, the trust and responsibility that has been given to me. This is both a honorable and a great achievement that I greatly appreciate.

Both men turned to leave the crowd, their protection following them. Marcus lighting up another cigarette, Premeir loosening his collar, the car door being opened for them and the sound of small stones moving around as the tires started to rotate once more.

Congratz Sir.

Feels he has seen this before

Glances into his grandfathers journals

"Ahh there is it, thought I've seen this somewhere. Well congrats to the Inquisition for being revamped."

Dick goes back to eating a Cannoli with a few fresh faces at the dairy down the street

When I was given the opportunity and pleasure of working for your father, I knew then that he was a great man and a great leader. I'm sure that you will be as good of a leader (if not better) as your father. 

Congrats, -Premeir!

Katana slowly steps out and smiles at Premeir.

Sir I am very happy to be a part of this family and proud of the opportunities that you have been presented and I now get to be a part of by being in this family. Shakes Premeir's hand and then walks in the HQ quickly getting started on the tasks that have been set before her.

As Katie was walking towards the gathering crowd she intercepted with Katana.

Where do you think you're going?

Katie asked her good friend looping her arm into hers with a smile on her face.

We have things to celebrate!

The two women, Katana being dragged back to the gathering crowd, Katie took her place next to Premeir.

Congratulations sir and just like my counter part here, I to, am ecstatic about being apart of this new family.

Congratulations my friend you will do a steller job I am sure best of luck my friend

Roman nods and applauds at the newest auth in Chicago.

Premeir, you have been a staple in our city.  It is true your father was taken from us much too soon, and to see you standing up here with us I know would make him as proud as it has the rest of us here today.  You have always been around to give advice to those that need it within our city.  Also, you've taken a proactive stance in making sure that all the rules of our city are followed that and that the reputation of Chicago.  I appreciate all you've done, and one of the things I look for in a leader you've accomplished with flying colors... When something happens that is a mistake or an error in judgment you immediately work to correct it and make sure it never happens again.  For all of those reasons I know that you are the man for the job.  Congratulations my friend, I know you'll do great.

Congratulations on your auth, -Premeir. I had the pleasure to work with your father and if you're anything like him I'm sure you will serve Chicago and Roman well.

congratulations.

Concratulation & Good Luck to you.

Spanish Inquisition v.3.0?

Ein tosses away his cigarette, walks up, and shouts as -Premeir's car rolls away.

Congratulations Sir, I look forward to working for you!

Walks up to -Premeir, gives him a handshake and then hands him a bottle of champagne.

Your father was a great man, he did well for New York, an extremely driven and respected individual. And even though you were raised outside of New York, I am sure the bloodline will hold true like it always does.

Congratulations my friend, I wish you the best of luck in your ventures ahead.

My father worked with yours back in New York the last time the Inquisition was there.

I do hope you have much more luck and success this go around than the last time.

Congrats My Friend

Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition  

Our bloodlines have crossed paths many times, my friend. Congratulations.

Walking up to -Premeir McDermott shakes the mans hand. Looking slightly down on the man McDermott pulls him in. Whispering in his ear "Your father would be so proud of you." as McDermott steps back he wipes the single tear that rolled down his cheek away.

I worked for your father as a young mafioso. He was the first to make me a Made Man in Chicago. When your father died apart of me died as well. Soon after though Marcus took over seems appeared normal, but the hole that Chicago felt was still there.

Today, that hole is filled. Chicago is whole again as it once was and I'm more than excited to see you take over where your father left off. Congratulations -Premeir, if you need anything. You know where I am.

Shaking Roman and Marcus' hand's McDermott makes his down the street.

The proud warrior Mandalore stands in the crowd applauding Premeir.

Congratz Mate.

My bloodline has known yours for generations, starting long ago in Los Angeles, and I know my fathers have always recognized yours as hard workers and good leaders. Without doubt, you'll be a precious leader for the fine city of Chicago. Good luck, I wish you to be successful even if I already know you'll do great.

iocaste bows slightly then walks towards the airport to fly back to Saint Louis