SyrupWaffle was diligently working away in the office, cluttered and chaotic from the recent move to Detroit. If it wasn't one thing it was another, and unpacked boxes lay strewn about the floor. She'd find a moment or two to deal with them later. Marcus had informed her earlier in the day that the Godfather of Detroit was coming by for a visit. She expected this was to welcome them and sit down and have a chat on how business in Detroit was done. And perhaps to share a sample of the recently arrived bootlegged whiskey.

Outside she heard the gates squeak as they ponderously swung open. One or two hinges could really do with a touch of oil. An old authentic home that once was owned by a powerful politician in Detroit, it was the perfect location to run their new operations from. The building needed some work but Marcus had fallen in love with the antique charm the place had. The gate squeaking wasn't such a bad thing, it always announced when visitors were arriving. Syrup didn't like to be caught unaware.

She looked through the fogged window and saw three cars drive up. Two of them were white Cadillacs and in sandwiched betwixt them drove a beige Pontiac. That must be the godfather arriving she realized at once. The man had excellent taste in cars. Her eyes followed the caravan pulling up to the front door. Around seven or nine bodyguards were accompanying the godfather and his Right Hand Man. Both were assisted by two of their henchmen to get out of the car and began steadily moving towards the front door with the confidence and sense of purpose of men who had every right to be there.

Syrup moved away from the window to notify Marcus of the arrival, and passed McDermott and Remus_Lupin gently inclining her head in acknowledgement; the Godfather is here guys. Aware of the magnitude of the situation, they followed Syrup to Marcus' office, since all three of would be present with Marcus during the impending meeting.

Syrup knocked on Marcus' door, he knew directly she would only disturb if it was for the godfathers arrival. He rose from his well upholstered chair, and the four of them walked towards the front door and greeted the godfather. Pleasantries were exchanged with suitable deference, and they all made their way to the parlor of the building. This was a nice room without being overly ostentatious, and the large windows let in ample light. Sufficiently large, it had room to sit down with a group of people, which was good since the godfather had not shown up alone. Another positive thing about this room was that Marcus' guards had perfect vision from the outside and the hall to what was going on but couldn't mistakenly overhear anything. Such complications inevitably proved problematic further down the line.

As they sit down, Remus sorts everyone out with drinks whilst Marcus offers the godfather and his RH some fine cigars. Syrup notices the godfather isn't one of the strongest any more, his voice is strong, deep and authoritative but his body looks weak…

Whilst the godfather lights up his cigar he starts to speak to Marcus;

Marcus, I'm glad you and I could finally talk. You see, I'm getting too old for the headaches that this business gives me. I should be relaxing, not stressing over the daily disputes I have to put up with. Long story short - I think it's time that I get out of this business. Looking at my options, you seem to be the best suited to replace me. For a small amount of money, say $100,000,000... enough to make me comfortable, you can take over my operations.

Marcus nods at the godfather and starts to explain he can not afford such a sum of money right now, having just spent a painfully large sum of money in moving to Detroit.

The godfather continues; I see you can't come up with the $100,000,000 now, perhaps I overestimated you. Get in touch with me when you have the money. You are dismissed.

At this moment, Syrup notices something snapping within Marcus. Nothing about his outward appearance changes, but over the years they've worked together she has learned to recognise that glint in his eye. She slowly moves her hand towards her gun and blinks at McDermott whom she notices had already placed his hand on his own gun. Things were about to blow up here. Remus was still standing in the back sorting out the drinks, no longer moving, but with the air of a tightly coiled spring.

With great speed Marcus takes out his pistol and points it at the Godfather. A moment of panic washes over his face as he realizes he's about to commit to something where there is NO coming back. As Marcus squeezes the trigger, the room explodes in a deafening series of loud gunshots. Marcus hits the godfather in the shoulder, but he hasn't gone down. His bodyguards spring into action. Marcus feels a huge burst of pain in his gut.

SyrupWaffle jumps up and shoots the Godfather's right hand man straight in the chest, an instant hit and he falls down slowly from his chair with a red mist erupting from the cavity where his heart used to be. McDermott has opened fire at this point as well and manages to take down the three bodyguards directly next to the godfather in rapid succession. The unmistakable sound of shattering glass punctuates the clamour, followed by two loud shots. Remus has dropped the drinks he was getting ready and manages to shoot two bodyguards in their back. At this moment shots are also fired from outside and two more bodyguards get dropped by Marcus' guards.

Marcus squeezes the trigger as fast as he can. He hits the godfather again, this time in the head. He goes down hard. Marcus starts firing away at his two bodyguards. The smaller of the two takes one in the chest and goes down instantly, his body suddenly limp and lifeless like a marionette with abruptly cut strings.

Click...Click... Marcus is out of bullets. Sensing an opportunity, the remaining bodyguard tackles Marcus and starts swinging his lead like fists into his face. The former Chicago boss tries to push him off of but he weighs too much.

Marcus tries to reach to for his ankle holster to get his other gun, but the bodyguard keeps Marcus pinned down. After a few more desperate attempts, Marcus is able to get the single-shot pistol. He jams the tiny pistol into his side as hard as he can and pulls the trigger. The bodyguard stops moving. With great effort, he is able to cast aside his limp body off of him. He has done it.

SyrupWaffle staggers over to the phone to call Sound_Warnings for help. 20 minutes later, they see a familiar face burst through the door followed by a man with a medical bag.

Congratulations godfather Marcus!

I was out on the streets walking the most popular areas, like the Boss asked. He trusts me to give him the goods on where the family can go in local business districts to collect the pizza. After all, why else would the Don be coming to see me? I mean he did send for me...didn't he? Anyway, I had just got done talking to the guy at the Italian Bistro down the street. He owns the joint and makes a lasagna like momma used to make. I was having lunch with this doctor, and had asked him to meet me there. You know in a business like ours people get hurt and I needed to make sure he wasn't the type to ask questions. I think he was a guy that understood the meaning of Omerta.

I finish off my lasanga, spectacularly delicious as always, and am taking my time with the house wine when the door blasts open. Glancing up to see who had so rudely interrupted my mean, I recognise one of the boss' men.

"SyrupWaffle just called, she needs your help! The boss has been shot!"

Wasting no time I reach across the table and pull the doctor up by his shirt:

"No time for me to ponder any longer, Doc...you are coming with me!"

I drop a $20 on the table and drag myself and the doctor out the front door and into my car. It's only a five minute drive at these speeds but there is no telling how long it took Antonio to get to the Bistro. He's a good kid and he knew where I was.

"Doc, I need you to understand how important this man is. There are a lot of people that owe him. You fix him now and he will owe you. Trust me you will be taken care of I promise. Seems you are in it for good now, don't screw it up.

We pull up to the building and both the doc and I are on the ground running before the car completly stops. Busting through the front door the doc knows just what to do and methodically sets about his work. Hoping that we've made it in time, I stop next to SyrupWaffle.

"I got here as soon as I could. Do you think he will be okay?"

She looks around the room and I follow her eyes to see a reflection of the events that happened not more than 20 minutes ago.

"Is that the Godfather?"

A small smirk appears on her face and I know exactly what she's thinking...

"..no...that WAS the Godfather"

I turn my head back to the doctor and he gives me a nod that tells me Marcus is gonna be okay. I walk over to where he is laying down, kneel down beside the couch, grab his hand and kiss it.

"You are going to be okay, I know it. You know I've got your back no matter what. Congratulations Godfather. Detroit is yours.

Looking aroound frantically Remus smiles at Godfather Marcus.  Thinkinng back to when his father first introduced him to Marcus, he knew that Marcus would get Godfather.

Congratulations Marcus, I could not think of a better person to take the position of Godfather in this fine city.  I can not wait to build this city with you, and watch it prosper under your control!

Remus smiles, and then walks back allowing other people the chance to talk to him.

As Sound_Warnings ushers the doctor out, slipping him a large envelope for his silence, Marcus quickly gets changed. His clothes were damaged and bloodied so badly from the fight with the old man and his entourage that not even a bum would wear them now. When Marcus got back downstairs the parlor was cleaned up, the bodies that had layed there only thirty minutes ago were now gone, as were the scattered pools of human blood. It was like it had never happened.

Remus had come back once again, this time with the drinks still intact and Marcus slammed down his scotch immediately. Not many words were said, everyone was still thinking back about what just had happened. As news travelled fast, a caravan of trucks pulled abruptly in front of the gate, which even now they could hear squeaking in admittence. What now?

McDermott looked out of the window and mumbled "filthy pigs". Aha! So the police was arriving already huh? Marcus stepped outside, still struggling a bit from the wound in his gut and was immediately greeted by the chief of police. Fuckers had always squeezed his Godfather in Chicago, only natural that they now started squeezing him for protection here.

How much assclown? Shall I put your fucking kids through college? Buy your wife a new car? Perhaps send you on a vacation? Marcus was clearly not amused by the visit.

The old chief smiled and names his price, with the inevitable result that Marcus nearly flew off the handle as he began reaching for his gun. This fucking idiot wasn't going to rob him blind, not whilst he still drew breath.

Just as his gun cleared the right coat pocket, SyrupWaffle was there with a large envelope. Handing it to the Police Chief, she escorted him back to his car, making sure that she was standing in front of him the entire time so Marcus couldn't shoot the thief where he stood.

Fucking highway robbery woman, why did you pay that man? SyrupWaffle smiled and said... Because that's part of being a Godfather, and with that she walked back inside and began ruffling through papers again, getting everything sorted after the short roadtrip from Chicago.

Sitting down at his desk, which was usually ruffled with papers, Marcus was at a loss. No longer was his desk filled with papers, there were no problems thus far with the move that required his attention. He was a man that enjoyed work, and set about getting some cash running through the door. After all, Godfather Roman had taught him that money makes the world go round and by God Marcus would get his.

He looked at Bob, ever waiting for his boss' next order, and told the man to bring him Sound Warnings.

Stepping through the door, the man made his presence known with a grunt and Marcus looked up from the cigar box that he had just opened from Whatsername earlier. He immediately closed the box and placed it back in a drawer to be reviewed in more detail later.

I believe it's time we see the lay of the land, we've got some mighty big shoes to fill. This city hasn't seen a proper organization since the legendary Marietta retired to Florida. I doubt we will will ever achieve what that women did, but we will damn sure give it a go eh?

Marcus chuckled and poured a drink for himself and Sound

I'd like you to review the place, figure out where we can squeeze businesses for protection money.

Additionally, a casino has been opened across the street, what most don't know is it's mine. Something that has been being worked on for quite some time, Godfather Roman showed it to me yesterday, and it should make a pretty penny. We'll run it at 100% payout, with maximum bets allowed eh? I want security arranged for it, and put in place for it's opening this evening.

Sound nodded, and Marcus could see as the man was filing away steps to get all his Godfather had asked.

Pulling a cigarette from the solid gold case in his pocket, Marcus flicked a match and inhaled deeply. Watching as the blue smoke emitted from his mouth and nose, he smiled.

Send SyrupWaffle in on your way out eh?

Flicking the cigarette into the ashtray, Marcus walked over to his chair and sat down as Syrup walked in.

Sit... Marcus motioned to the chair across from him.

Quite a few things we need to put in order I do believe eh?

Marcus rubbed his temples and put his thoughts together as Syrup patiently waited for her boss to finish.

Firstly, I want to ensure that we thank the individuals that deserve it. The people who are the reason we are standing where we currently are. Most of those individuals know who they are, but for references... Godfather Roman and Underboss -Premeir first and foremost eh?

Most don't understand my relationship with the two of them, Premeir has been my bloodline's mentor for many generations now, a brother to me. While Roman's was always the father figure protecting the two of us. I don't think I can ever thank those two enough, for their tremendous patience and encouragement. Let's get them a fine box of cigars, and a note. I'll write that a bit later and pass it on personally.

Syrup nodded and began scribbling down in that pad of hers various things she needed to do as her boss rattled them off.

Secondly, I'd like to ensure that everyone, and I do mean everyone, knows that I have an open door policy. If an issue arises, I expect to be notified so I can deal with it swiftly. No matter how small the debate may be, my upper structure and I are always available.

Most know the way I was taught, matters are dealt with swiftly but not foolishly, strict but not cruel. These are a few of the virtues that I plan to run this fine city with, but most importantly... patience.

Finally, Syrup I want you to let the boys know how proud we are of them, they've worked damn hard to get us this far. It's time they knew of our appreciation.

Sho comes up to Marcus and hands him a cigar and offers him a light.

What a wonderful sight to see a dear friend take on the role of Godfather. I know that this will be no easy task, but I know you will be able to handle it. I wish you all the best.

Sho takes out a cigarette and lights it. As he walks away he turns back and mutters

Its about time fool <3

Spuff had thrown some great parties in his time. In fact, they were considered legendary amongst some of Chicago's most extroverted movers and shakers. The thing about a good party though is the inevitable mess is the morning. There is only so much white wine that can be spared to remove the stains on the puce carpet from the red, and the import prices were getting rediculous. Paying off Ricky down at the customs office was becoming an inconvenient chore for the acquisition of what was essentially nothing more than a cleaning product. Because of this, he had developed some cunning techniques for dealing with the apocalyptic aftermath he was so very used to after each and every social gathering he held.

He had been asked to pay a visit to the new Detroit centre of operations to lend his expertise in such matters. Apparently there were one or two stains that the traditional vigourous scrubbing just would not remove. He'd been in the city on business anyway, and he considered it an honour to pay a visit to the newest Godfather.

After a few hours of revealing his secrets to the staff, the fine, expansive building had been cleaned up in no time. Not a spec of blood or errant brain matter was to be found in even the most secluded nook. Or cranny. Gathering up his belongings, Marcus and Syrup strolled past, heads together as they no doubt discussed their plans for the city. Spuff's face broke into a smile as he intercepted them, hoping he was not intruding too much.

Aah, Marcus. I'm glad I could catch you before I left. First off, I hope you're happy with the job we've done on that Persian rug in there. Good as new. Also, I overheard the cook talking earlier about what actually happened in here. I hear it was quite the battle between your good self and the old Godfather. I guess that means that you're in charge over in this neck of the woods now. Well fucking done. You've always been made of the right stuff, and I wish you all the best out here. Always know that you have a friend in Chicago though. And if you ever manage to make it down to one of my gatherings again, it wouldn't be amis if you could bring a few of the Detroit ladies along. We could do with some new faces who aren't fully aware of Premeir's wandering hands.

After dealing with the dead bodyguards whose flesh is only beginning to chill McDermott cleans the blood off of his hands at the sink. While drying them off McDermott turns around to the room of Detroit bosses, hands and ofcourse his Godfather.

Today is something I've been looking forward to seeing for a very long time. Not only as a friend and family member but a boss under you Marcus. Along side Remus and the rest of the Detroit hands and leaders I feel Detroit will be rebuilt to its fullest. You're the right man for the job and I'm behind you till the death.

Grabbing one of the drinks Remus prepared McDermott raises it.

Long live Detroit and long live Godfather Marcus!

Congrats on GodFather Marcus I wish you the best

Ricketts is cautiously walking the streets of Detroit, hand resting on his Schofield Revolver always ready for danger. The city had been a ghost town since the fall of Ragnarok, and the invasion of Tyler Durden and his crew had left the place looking like a war-zone. This didn't bother Ricketts though, he had seen his fair share of fighting and even though he was a relatively old man he still had a lot of fight in him.

Whilst walking along, Ricketts noticed the lights on in a place that had been abandoned for quite some time now. As he moved closer to the place he saw people outside and around it, and soon realised that these people were not from the Tyler Durden family. The tension within him eased as he realised he recognised some of the people in the building. Ricketts relaxed himself and approached the guards and they began to frisk him just as SyrupWaffle came out. "It's okay Bob, he's a friend of ours." Bob nods at Syrup and stands aside to let Syrup lead Ricketts inside.

"I heard you were moving, but I didn't think it would be this soon" said Ricketts as he smiles at his old friend. "You know how these things go Ricketts - How you been holding up?" asked Syrup, returning the smile. "Same as ever, fighting old age every step of the way. What's the high security measures for anyway?"

Syrup stopped walking and turned to look at Ricketts. "There was a bit of a situation actually - the old Godfather came to pay us a visit... let's just say that Marcus wanted that position, so he made him an offer he couldn't refuse" said Syrup. Ricketts simply nodded, and she knew he understood.

"So where is the new Godfather? I need to congratulate him!" Syrup continues to walk and pushes open some double doors. Ricketts scans around the room quickly, seeing bullet holes and broken furniture. He then turns his attention to the man sitting before him.

"Marcus, congratulations my friend!" Ricketts reaches into the drinks cabinet and pulls out a fine bottle of scotch. He holds it up to Marcus. "Mind if I open this? I would've brought one with me had I known beforehand." Ricketts grabs three glasses and pours the scotch. He passes the first to Marcus, and the second to Syrup while keeping the third for himself. They raise their glasses.

"To a long and fruitful career, and to Godfather Marcus. Cheers!"

Roman looks on in pride at Marcus and gives him an embrace.

My friend, what can I say that I haven't already.  You have been a beacon to Chicago and I know that now achieving Godfather status you will bring that same resolve to your job in Detroit.  It has been my most esteemed pleasure working with you so far, and I look forward to all that your future brings.  Well done, sir.

Iestyn had been in Marcus' family for a short time before going over to Remus' and he had loved his time there. Even after that he still often spoke with Marcus in coffee shops and whatnot. Marcus had even taught Iestyn almost everything he knew. He could tell that Marcus was an excellent leader who was a good Don and he was sure would make an excellent Godfather.

Congratulations, Godfather Marcus! I know that you will do great things with Detroit.

Cristian_103 family bloodline has worked with Marcus for a long period of time and would like to say a few words

"I would just like to say it is a priveledge to have know you and work with you in Chicago an that you will do Detriot proud Congratulations Godfather Marcus"

Marcus during the time I have known you I have seen you bring numerous new and fresh ideas to the table. I have no doubt you will continue to do so in Detroit and have business running strongly there for some time to come.

Congratulations on making Godfather, I will come visit for a drink very soon!