The rain fell and was heavy as the dreary day dragged on. Wilson just bid farewell to his mentor and friend Video. The walk back to HQ was not only a humble one but a reflection of all they had been through together, from moves to bringing up the city they were entrusted. Everyone talks about wanting to lead, and yet now given the chance Wilson could only feel sadness, guilt as one might say. Alas, Video wanted it this way and so it shall be.

Wilson entered the courtyard of The Regime's HQ, from outside he could see the now empty office that he was soon to take over. Making his way to the front door of the HQ building, he noticed one of the groundskeepers removing a sign above the door. The sign that read "The Regime", the same sign that made the building stand out when Video had placed it on the first day.

"Hey bud, leave that up there." Wilson called out to the groundskeeper.

"Hey, didn't you here? The owner retired, it's not..." 

Wilson cut the man off with his response, "It's all good, leave it there."

"But....Why?"

Wilson gave a slight smile, "Because that's how it is supposed to be."

Upon entering the HQ and looking at all the photos that lined the corridor walls. People he had served with, loved, and cherished memories. Video was in all of them, every last photo from the beginning to end. Wilson let out a chuckle as he walked through, remembering the times with The Regime just before heading upstairs. Wilson walked by Tony's office, everything was left just as the man had left the room that day with no disturbance of his items. Wilson then entered Video's office, what was once decorated and with the supplies neatly placed and papers stacked for review, now was a empty room with a desk and cabinets.

Upon approaching the desk, Wilson looked down to find a folded piece of paper. Without hesitation he opened the paper reading the contents:

Wilson:

Take care of them like they took care of me. 

-Video

With a deep sigh, folding the paper back up, he held it in his hands before setting it back down on the desk. Looking out the window overlooking the compound, he watched the rain. The rain was certainly heavier today.

RIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG

The loud telephone broke the ominous silence of the day, calling for the attention of the person on the phone. "And so it begins...."

RIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG

The loud telephone broke the ominous silence of the day, calling for the attention of the person on the phone. "And so it begins...."

Hello?  Is that Wilson?  Hi Wilson, it's Mr_Madonna.  Your former mentor, God rest his soul, killed my father, for being an accomplished Street speaker.  I noticed that only NINE PEOPLE bothered to listen to your speech, and I felt bad for you, so I thought I'd pop over.

Apparently, close to SIX HUNDRED people have listened to what I, and my father, had to say.  Maybe, just maybe, you should have tried to learn something from him, and me, instead of murdering him and banishing him from the city that I love.

Despite all of that, Wilson, and Hayley, I'd happily work with you.

What do you say...??

Look at that, Wilson.  I literally made you famous.  I came along, and 40 people stopped by to listen to my reply to you.

Walking down the street Timon hears a troll speaking from afar. Walking towards the troll with his trusty little bat in hand, Timon swings the bat and hits Mr_Madonna in the gonads. 

"Stay down you filthy animal"

Before Timon heads back to what he does best, he gives Wilson a nod.

"Congratulations my friend, I am sure you will do Video proud'

Integra had come out to the place that had once been Video's Headquarters, the very building that was now the home of Wilson. Seeing the sign still up that claimed the building the home of 'The Regime', Integra smiled before walking in and heading towards Wilson's desk. Once there she would knock before waiting to enter. Holding a bottle of liquor up she smiled.

"I thought I'd bring you a gift. I wanted to let you know that I look forward to working more closely with you. I know you will do fantastic things."