Jerry looks around, he notices his car was a little farther down the street than normal in Pioneer Square.. something was off and he knew it. Looking to his left he notices his captain BirdPerson stead fast and ready; also noticing a tense moment upon their streets of Seattle... Looking to his right he noticed Klejnot; hand close to her jacket pocket where her engraved pistol lay... 

Before signaling for his car to pull up.. a familiar car pulls alongside; BobRoss... Jerry's trusted friend and leader of Detroit. Stepping out Bob has no smiles on his face this time, no warm hugs or welcomes; it was time for business and Jerry knew it. 

"Jerry... my friend. We have heard the shock waves from the civil war in Philadelphia recently. The aftermath has left man bloodied and bruised across the cities because of it; almost every city was impacted in some way, shape or form. I believe now may be the time to make haste and let it be known that allowing such atrocities to happen when dealing with internal affairs will not be tolerated among the class of mobsters that we are. While I know war is hell, we cannot stand idly by and see these men and women continue to do business on these fine shores."

Jerry placed his index finger and thumb on the bridge of his nose rubbing gently with a sense of frustration as to what is to happen next. He had many friends die as a result of this war that were not involved nor deserved to end the way they had. Jerry also had many whom had died in the civil war in Philadelphia. The taste of disdain and salt flowed through his mouth like the Nile in Africa...

"Bob, I am saddened to hear that this is a result that we must take. I am also saddened to hear the route in which we must take to rectify this problem throughout our streets on these shores. As always, I am with you. For every ten steps you take, four will be the hardest and one will always remain the easiest; elimination of a threat"

Just as Jerry was wrapping up his conversation with Bob, two more cars began slowly coming to a halt on the streets of Pioneer Square. One looked very outdated and had an old man in the back with a peculiar mustache; carrying the insignia of Chicago. The next was a man with a perfectly trimmed beard and pinstripe suit; the insignia of New York lay upon the hood.

"There goes the neighborhood" The voice yells from the back seat of the outdated car...

MustachePete and Tiny_Tim somehow time their exits of their vehicles as if they were in a synchronized dramatic film scene getting ready to hit the theaters next week. Walking up, they too have serious looks as they catch the tail end of the conversation between Bob and Jerry. After giving respective greetings; they go inside the pizzeria for a quick meeting. 

Bob sips on his red wine as he explains the situation to the city heads, hoping they all can come to an agreed outcome on how to move forward with this situation.. after some deliberation they knew this was not going to be an easy task. Before more banter on how to control it was presented, Bob stopped the group...

"Men... in life we have somewhere between ten and four choice that truly have an outcome we can control; we must choose one of those to be in everything we trust and live by"

The city heads nod in agreement and continue to move forward...

"We do not need to scorch this earth, we do not need to kill everyone that is not involved in this regime that took control and attempted to control others expecting them to side with the very people in their home city that killed them while living under the yolk of knowing their former Dons and Godfathers lay dead in the same city they still represent; that would be blasphemy to accept that. I am here to advise that we eliminate the regime and certain parties involved while trying to keep business and peace for the following days, allowing the cities to prosper once again under the same faces that were there before. We are not demons who wish to completely own this world; that has been proven to be close to impossible. We are business men, we want nothing but the best business for these streets and the best criminals representing those cities. Sadly, we must eliminate some to ensure the safety of the rest may happen."

Jerry, Tiny_Tim and MustachePete all come to a sad reality of the situation knowing they must do what has been laid upon their tables. After a small deliberation; a vote had been cast between them. The way things worked with these gentleman were very simple, if the majority voted yes; it was set in stone. If the majority voted no; it was tossed in the garbage... The unanimous decision to move forward had been set forth... and so it had been written upon the stones of time... Jerry had one request before bringing the end to many good mobsters lives...

"Please... I know we can't save them all, I helped build LA into what it is, we need to do minimal damage to that fine city so it may continue to produce quality motion pictures and upstanding mobsters"

With a quick nod, it was time...

Jerry was wiping the blood of his friends and enemies off his pistol.. praying that the bloodshed had stopped for good. Bob had reached out to the cities leaderships that still stand and begged for peace; even offered his head on a silver platter for the taking to ensure his trust was golden...

After relaxing with a heavy glass of scotch in his hand at his compound; Jerry had a frantic Capo come rushing into his office... "Fuck... was all Jerry could muster to think"...

BOSS! You have to come quick! Reports are coming in as we speak of Los Angeles speaking of retaliation are at hand, speakings of ledgers of names and targets are being put down for a war for the future! I can assure you it is legitimate!

Jerry looks over the documents provided to him and began to let a sigh of disbelief out... it in fact was the signatures of the very mobsters he helped grow and prosper with in Los Angeles before his move to Seattle. A saddening tale to say the least... Jerry knew he had to take this information to Don BobRoss right away...

Pulling up to the compound, BobRoss was already ready to meet with Jerry at the gates. Knowing something was wrong he immediately gave his friend a hug and began looking over the documents... Bobs head immediately sunk to the floor...

"I would like to say I can't believe it... but I knew there would be some backlash of some kind for killing a Godfather in Los Angeles... let me see if I can tide things over with Godfather ralph_lombino for peace."

Quietly waiting at Bob's library and study, drinking the mans finest bourbon, Jerry finally see's the car pulling up with a cracked windshield... bugged eyed as can be, Jerry rushes out to his friend for more information.. Bob waves his hands off to tell his friend he is perfectly fine...

"The attempt at peace was sadly not taken so well Jerry, Godfather ralph_lombino has began to disrespect me in a way I cannot accept from a person in his position. After carefully explaining that the threat in his city would inevitable cause more bloodshed that no one would've wanted to see, he began to throw shady bricks towards me and my representatives... I wasn't surprised. After all, in this life we cannot expect people to just be ok with shooting their loved ones. At the end of the day, we cannot expect to trust these documents in front of us have been forged. You know their signatures well. We all know what we have to do..."

Jerry, once again, sadly donned his cap and cigar... unveiling his pistol. After a quick Call to Philadelphia, New York and Chicago... an abrupt decision had been made and everyone was on board to move forward. This time Jerry would not be allowing second chances to those who do not deserve it. Jerry took ten minutes to carefully breathe, four minutes to line up his sights... and one minute before delivering the final blow to the last threat this war would need to see.

We have seen much bloodshed in the last 24 hours. I hope this can give people some peace of mind and some insight to the situations we were forced to deal with. I am sorry for those who had to fall and whom had fell at the hands of people that did not deserve it. We are all human beings at the end of the day; we need to continue to act like one with dignity and restraint to not allow the demons within us to come out in a manner in which may be construed as unprofessional. 

May the fallen Rest In Peace. 

-J

MGK had just finished getting settled in at the new CLE headquarters in Corktown, and now sat down at his desk to pen a letter. He worked by candlelight, squinting at his paper as his hand scrawled across it, scribbling out poorly written words. His handwriting had always been terrible.

After working for hours on end, scratching out bits and fixing errors, he finally finished. His hand was cramped, and ink had stained his palm, but he was happy with it. He carried the pages out of his office and handed them to his secretary.

"Jean, could you please make copies of this and send it to each of of the city heads? Send a copy to Jerry, MustachePete, Tiny_Tim, Miss_Niki, Whoreable, WallyWest, and BobRoss. Thank you, dear."

Ladies and Gentlemen, 

The steps you took last night are monumental to the progress of our world. Surely you realize just how risky it was to move in the fashion that you did. It was bold, brave, and frankly a long time coming. I commend you for your stern adherence to the old ways and to your cities' welfare. I have great respect for you all. 

It is unfortunate that things did not go entirely as planned, and that more blood had to be spilled. It was perhaps to be expected, but it is still unfortunate. The removals you made could have effects that echo through this world for a long time hereafter. The group of people you have removed have been controlling our world through the shadows for far, far too long. Through a combination of dirty tactics and paranoia mongering they have managed to stay relevant over generations. Removing them was of utmost importance if we are to enter a golden era in this thing of ours, and revitalize the country.

But I warn you, it is not over yet.  The hardest part has just begun.

The children of these men will surely take up the ways of their fathers and spread paranoia and fear like wildfire. They will try to sow discord and fear amongst you and your followers. Hell, they may even be doing so already. They will send anonymous messages to you and your advisors, warning of impending dooms. They will produce false documents to incriminate your allies against you. They will use funds from offshore accounts to place hits on you and your friends. The battle has just begun. Steel yourselves, and be prepared.

I urge you to come together, and stay together for the betterment of your people. We as a collective have the opportunity here to make a difference in our world, for not only ourselves but for future generations. The chance to change the way things are done, to change how people perceive our world as a whole. I pray you remain true to your cause and to each other.

Much love to you and yours,

MGK

Vincent listened to Jerry, and let out a small smile.

"Sir I must be honest what the leaders of this world had to do yesterday needed to be done. It is clear that you all have the best interest of the masses in the forefront of your mind. I couldn't be happier to have this set of people leading from the top."

Vincent lit his cigarette as he exited the scene.

Eleven had finished wiping the blood from her sidearm just before Jerry's recollection of events. She glanced out the window of her HQ to see him finalizing his speech to the masses. She thought carefully about the day the preceded as she watched him speak to the group of familiar faces gathered in front of him.

In usual fashion, she said very little. She looked at her trusted bodyguard, Niko, and nodded. He knew what it meant. He understood the gravity of the recent bloodshed for Jerry. He grabbed a crate of the finest whiskey Upside Down could muster from their recent takings and headed out to deliver it to the front doors of The Empire's HQ.

Whiskey was required to counteract decisions that were rightfully made the day before. She would drop by for a sip herself at some point.

BP had listened to every single word that his Boss Jerry had to say. Standing there with his blood splattered machete holding the severed head of one of his victims.  He turns to Jerry with a tired expression upon his face places his hand upon his Boss & brothers shoulder before he speaks.

"Boss, we did what we had to for our survival.  I myself took no joy going to the city of my birth, where I grew up in to raise my hand towards my beloved LA. To see my sister very distraught, broKe my heart. But today is a new day. LA is now in the hands of people I have faith in."

BP turns back to position himself back at Jerry's side.Muttering to himself .

"I need a very strong drink!"

Alice quietly listens and watches Jerry and the gathered crowd from just outside of the tight circle surrounding Jerry. As Jerry finishes his speach she waits patiently for those in front of he rin line to deliver personal message sand comments to Jerry before finally taking her chance to speak to Jerry alone. 

Thank you for taking the time to give more information about what happened. I was shocked and quite appalled when an internal Philadelphia matter managed to find itself slipping into New York with the cold blooded murder on Don Books. I thank you and the people who you worked with for quickly resolving the blood that that incident caused, with class. It is a shame so many had to die these days but it is hard to sustain business with bad blood so freely roaming the streets. 

Alice departs Jerry, gives her well wishes to all the dead and disappears back from where she came. 

But I warn you, it is not over yet.  The hardest part has just begun.

The children of these men will surely take up the ways of their fathers and spread paranoia and fear like wildfire. They will try to sow discord and fear amongst you and your followers. Hell, they may even be doing so already. They will send anonymous messages to you and your advisors, warning of impending dooms. They will produce false documents to incriminate your allies against you. They will use funds from offshore accounts to place hits on you and your friends. The battle has just begun. Steel yourselves, and be prepared.

And as predicted, you have fallen right into their trap again. You are nothing but puppets, twitching when and where they want you to. 

Eleven takes the whiskey back to her own HQ.