The store was well lit. People from all over were walking outside getting to where they needed to go. The Cashier was ready to close up shop when suddenly the door opened. 

Ah Bonjorno Don Video, How may i be of assistance to you this evening? 

Video took a look around the store. He picked up a few items and examined them as one does when they are curious about things. He looked up and down the aisle and finally he stepped in front of the cashier. 

Are you holding out on me, Giovanni? 

Giovanni began to stutter. His heart began to race. How could Video have heard that Giovannis storefront was actually a front for the current Godfather of Seattle, Radio Star. A no named man barely found himself active in the streets or anything but freely accepted cash and threatened everyone to use his gun at will. 

Giovanni. By the end of this week Godfather Star will be dead. I need you to concentrate on who you believe is the one you should work with. I would hate to lose an asset like you in our community Giovanni. 

Video walked out the store and moved past the corner. He got in the vehicle and took off his hat. Tony- who was driving the vehicle looked over and smiled. 

It is all coming together. 

The cashier, Giovanni picked up his phone. He frantically started dialing the true criminal empire that ran the city of Seattle. 

Don Video is planning to take over the city. He just told me to make a choice. Obviously i choose the Star family. But you need to kill him Asap. Because if you do not he will come for you!

 * * * 

FlashBack - Meeting Water

It was the sixth of February on a coldish day in Las Vegas. Video was hustling men in chess games. Winning money easily. A shady character who went by the name of Water approached him. Water was quite upfront and quite a serious personality. 

So you like to steal from people? You like to play dumb and take peoples money? 

Video looked up. He noticed how Water was with two individuals who didnt seem to kind. One who went by the name of Claire. Video smiled and looked back at the board while choosing to speak back to water. 

I just get lucky as all. 

The silent individual slapped the chess board out from underneath Video. As all the pieces were falling Video stood straight up. Water immediately brandished a gun from the side of the coat pocket. 

I am not someone you should fuck with. We are going for a walk. You try anything you will die. 

Claire walked down the park leading the two by about twenty steps while the silent one followed behind about twenty steps. Water walked next to Video as they went through the park. Water began to speak to video in a more pleasant tone. 

Video, My name is Water. At least, thats my name that the underworld calls me. I am a leader of an outfit here in Las Vegas under Godfather Rafa. I am looking for people who know how to make money. I have heard of your name from one of my friends. They said i should watch you for a few games and see how you make money off of people. How do you do it? Continue to get the same schlubs to pay you for another chess game? 

Video laughed. He looked over at water and held out a king piece. 

You have to make them think you are only as good as this piece. You have to play as though you are that piece. So what that looks like, well i guess its simple really. Every game you play of chess, you let them get close. Let them take pieces from you. Force yourself to blunder even when you dont want to because the checkmate is only five or seven moves ahead and then make it seem like luck. 

As chance would have it, people like the possibility of winning. So you even out your bets. You let them win the first game and then offer people double or nothing and then...

Water laughed.

Okay enough. I think thats good for now. You definitely know what you are doing. From now on, you are going to kick up 25% of your earnings to me. Its for uh...Protection and shit. 

Video stopped and looked at Water.

Protection from what? 

Water looked over Videos shoulder and pointed. 

From people like my brother. From people like Claire. From people who will beat you to a bloody pulp if you upset them or want to shoot you. Of course if you dont like this offer, we can make it 50% weekly. Does that suit you? 

Video Sighed. He seemed a bit frustrated. But what was his alternative? Water continued.

Great. Listen, you see that little bar right out there? Thats home of the flooded whispers. Let me take you inside of there real quick. Ill show you around and you can meet some of the crew. 

* * * 

Video looked over to Wilson who was also in the vehicle. He asked him to turn on the radio. Music began to play and Video looked out the window. The thugs of this current Godfather of Seattle ran the streets so aggressively. The two never saw eye to eye and it wasnt until recently when one of their members violated one of the Regimes did Video found himself quite irritated that Godfather Star did not handle the situation properly. 

I am going to kill this guy. 

Tony and Wilson barely reacted. It was a solemn ride home. Barely any conversation. As they continued to drive more flashbacks continued to happen. Video's family lineage has never been a leader of a city before. It was new territory for sure. He had to keep his family safe and allowing Godfather Star to run the streets of Seattle like he was was just not acceptable. 

I may need help. I may reach out to a few friends outside of the city. Lets just be prepared. 

Wilson had heard stories about this kind of thing. Organized crime families would take a city over by basically invading the current GF's regime and exterminating them. It was not uncommon for the person to claim the title be the one to kill the acting Godfather while people waited in their respective coffee to hear word of the success.

However Wilson had never been in a situation where he was going to be part of the take over. As Wilson drove along the damp Seattle climate was made even more dreary by the oppressed looking streets of the city. Godfather Star ran this place, and he ran it into the ground. It seemed like there was a police car or ambulance on every street corner, zipping up a cadaver or arresting small time rivals of the Godfather. Businesses destroyed for not playing ball. Wilson knew we had to make a living but he hoped that The Regime would at least bring a more.... Peaceful atmosphere.

"May need help. I may reach out to a few friends outside of the city. Lets just be prepared." Video said

"Well, you know you have us. But who else should we call?" Wilson said

"I have an old friend who runs a seafood place down by the docks. We met overseas. I am starving and none of us have ate yet. Want to run down and discuss over dinner?"

"Fuck this!" Eddie banged his empty pistol on the table in front of him. He has been practicing shooting targets since this morning, only taking a break to eat the tomato sandwich he brought with him for lunch. Freak was kind enough to allow him to practice in the backyard of one of her safe houses. Eddie has been shooting endlessly but can't still perfect his aim. He was averaging seven out of ten. Meaning, he was hitting around seven bottles  for every ten bullets he fired from 50 feet. In frustration, he took an apple from his bag, and threw it as high as he could towards the sky. And when he thought that it has reached it maximum altitude and begin to fall back towards the earth, he reached down for his dagger which he kept secured with a leather strap on his left leg. He slid quickly two steps backward, raised the dagger above then behind his head, holding it by its tip, then with a quick forward flipping movement, he threw it towards the falling apple.

"Bulls Eye!" Eddie yelled in delight. He could be missing his targets with a gun, but he can always rely on his knife. He walked over to where the apple and his dagger dropped and squats down to check the damaged apple.

"Hey Eddie! Word was sent for you to go to the restaurant by the docks." Simon, the young thug who acted as the caretaker for Freak's properties, shouted from behind a screened door of the safe house.

If he was wanted to be somewhere, then that's where Eddie needs to be. He takes the dagger, wipes it on his pants then secures it back on his left leg. And even though he wasn't a good shot, he decided to take his gun with him.