Waking up around noon on February 2nd there was a chill in there. Although the fierce winter storm wasn't expected for a few days it seemed like a whole other storm was brewing. Out of worry McDermott called Marcus to discuss a few daily business deals on the usual daily agenda. As the frost on the ground melted and turned to water again the cold winter air was as quiet as it could possibly be. While getting ready later I decided to go about business as usual. Getting showered, shaved and dressed for the day I remember walking downstairs to a room full of Mafiosi. Many had gathered but the more notable faces of the likes of SyrupWaffle, -Premeir, Remus_Lupin and InspectorGadget shadowed over the other figures present. I can remember looking at SyrupWaffle as she shook her head.

"What's wrong? What's going on?"I remember asking in confusion as it's abnormal to wake up and no more than a few hours later find your home filed with Mafiosi of the crime cities of Chicago and Detroit. I remember turning to Remus for answers as it was clear SyrupWaffle wasn't full collected at that moment in time.

"Marcus…. he's dead." I remember the hollow feeling almost as if all life in the room had been completely removed. Looking at -Premeir all he could do is nod his head to confirm.

"How! Tell me how god damn it!" I remember yelling as I looked around the room, but I received no answer. Until the silence was broken by the stern voice of Roman from the back of the room.

"He had a gun malfunction and unfortunately it lead to his demise. There was no saving him unfortunately, the doctors did what they could." All I could do is think of the Mafiosi of Detroit and how to react to what has happened. Looking at SyrupWaffle, Remus_Lupin, -Premeir, InspectorGadget and Roman we all knew what had to happen. We had to discuss the fate of Detroit and who would take over where Marcus' legacy had ended yet only just begun. Leaving the room many grieved and comforted those who needed it. I remember shaking hands of bodyguards I'd never met before on my way into the den of my home. The meeting didn't last long, but we all knew what had to be done. After conversing with his fellow underboss and recent RHM to the Godfather they had decided.

"You're to take Detroit and continue the legacy McDermott. I will setup alongside InspectorGadget and Remus_Lupin in Detroit. InspectorGadget will become my captain as he was once yours. Remus_Lupin will continue where he left off as underboss of the city. Soon after we'll need a captain." Nodding in agreement to the proposition SyrupWaffle brought up McDermott turned to Godfather Roman.

"Although we are in Detroit, we once served you in Chicago. You authorized Marcus to take the city and I will not accept the role of acting Godfather without your approval. Does everything sound alright to you Godfather?" Nodding Roman handed McDermott a piece of paper with past business plans that he arranged with Marcus. After receiving the piece of paper McDermott quickly read over it. Looking up in Romans direction I remember waiting for him to address me.

"If you take Detroit you inherit what Marcus left off doing. You accept the responsibility of over one hundred Mafiosi and their lives, but you also take on the business arrangements we had setup. If you agree to honor the arrangements then you can take Godfather of Detroit as I see you're more than capable of handling the job." I remember nodding to Roman, but at a loss for words. Mixed emotions pumping through my veins I couldn't help but be nervous. It was a huge burden and one that no one in the history of La Cosa Nostra had experienced. Never had a Godfather died while killing sleeping bums, but it was done.

"I believe we've come to an agreement, if anyone has anything else to add. Please, do it now because we have a lot of business to cover." I remember telling those in the room. As I looked around no one had anything to say, but on the way out -Premeir pulled me off to the side.

"I only have one thing to say. Do great." Hugging -Premeir a brief flashback had hit me. The two mentors that brought me to this point had both died of wackback and now it was my turn to step up to the plate and continue what they both had taught me, but as a leader something I am not accustomed to....

I can remember after everyone left my home going about business getting everything in order. While Remus took it upon himself to auth SyrupWaffle as well as help get protection for Marcus' member I was at my home preparing. I had a few selections to setup under Remus that he had suggested. The stand out was his right hand man Myrddin, which it quickly became the plan to get him setup in coming weeks. After a heavy day of planning I decide to rest easy knowing that everything was sorted….

….The next day I remember a loud banging at the door as well as the phone ringing in the background constantly. As I kicked my feet off the side of the bed I sat up to rub my eyes. Before I could reach the phone it quit ringing, however the pounding on the door hand not stopped. As I went downstairs I opened the door. The person, who will remain nameless, entered in a quick like fashion.Heading into my den I followed the man and closed the doors. Before I could question his manners he cut me off...

"Philadelphia plans to attack you. I'm not sure when, but it's expected to happen before or soon after you receive Godfather." I can remember looking at the man in disbelief as I had just discussed my plans with Godfather DavyJones. But before I could even question the man he handed me the recordings of DavyJones saying it all himself.

"Be around tonight, I have to talk to Godfather Roman." I told the man. Soon after he left and I arranged a meeting with Godfather Roman. I remember him listening to the recordings...

"Let me speak with my underboss -Premeir and you'll receive an answer within the hour." He said in a stern voice. I remember receiving word from -Premeir that Godfather Roman would aid me on my attack and that Godfather Cherokee too would aid.

Now that the war has ended the fate of Philadelphia has not yet been decided. For the time being the city will remain empty until Godfather Roman, Cherokee and myself discuss the matters as we weren't expecting this in the least bit.

As for Detroit InspectorGadget will become an underboss in the city with Iestyn_ap_Llywelyn as his captain. In the coming weeks I will auth Octavian as my other underboss. The city of Detroit will continue on the foundation of what was established under Godfather Marcus. Unfortunately with the loss of SyrupWaffle and Remus_Lupin the rebuilding process will be difficult, but I look forward to the future.

Tipping his hat McDermott buttons up his coat and walks to his car. Opening the car door Gaius follows McDermott and Octavian into the black limo.

After days of ducking bullets, Inferno sees it fit to come out of the shadows and congratulate Octavian,Inspector Gadget, and Iestym_ap_Llywelyn on there new home.

Inferno shakes each of these three leader's hands and is on his way .

Melien, after listening to the speech, pauses by Godfather McDermott.

"Considering the pile of shit you were dropped in, i would have to say that you, and detroit did admirably. you began your rebuild with an eye to the future, and then, when you were alerted to an attack, you responded in a sensible and efficient fashion.

so, good luck to you and to your city. and i'm more then willing to hope that you don't have to deal with an attack like this again."

After a day of mourning the loss of him friends and even his father Poseidon finally makes the time to talk to his fathers friend McDermott.  As he reaches McDermott, he can see the stress on his face, but also tell he is relieved that the fighting is finally over.  Poseidon smiles at McDermott and extends his hand to him.

McDermott, my father respected you, and was ready to follow you to hell.  He fought for Detroit, and I know damn well he would do it all over again in a heartbeat.  I grant you my condolences on the great losses that the city of Detroit, and yourself have lost recently.  I know for a fact that you are more than capable of leading Detroit into greater things, and I can not wait to watch it happen!  

Poseidon starts to think of the many stories his father had written down in his journal for this very occasion.  

McDermott, you are the man.  You will lead a vast empire, that the likes of us rarely see.  You have a great underboss, whom has a magnificent Captain.  I know my father cared for all of you very much, and would like nothing more than to see the success of all of you.

Poseidon walks over to his dads bestfriend Iestyn Ap Llywelyn and pats him on the pack.  

You will achieve great things, and I know you are fit for the position you are in.

I don't really think anyone wanted to attack Detroit, they just didn't want a complete fuck wit at the helm.

McDermott's bloodline has been anything but honourable, and he has shown time and time again that he is untrustworthy. It is no wonder that Philly wanted to see him rot.

I will say one thing for McDermott though...at least he's not Cherokkee...

"McDermott's bloodline has been anything but honourable, and he has shown time and time again that he is untrustworthy. It is no wonder that Philly wanted to see him rot."

All my dealings with Mcdermott, have gone very well, I hold him in higher regard then most.

I would also say i trust him more then most people i know, and a very honorable person as well.

"A complete fuckwit"

A fuckwit that was a fine member of chicago for months, who donated to all the new people, and taught people how to propser in this life of ours.

Also afuckwit who has led his own family, and also helped lead his city to victory during the last war.

A fuck wit i'd like to have on my team any day of the week.

I know you must be upset sleeping, but please do grow up and try to act like a mature adult here and there.

so you agree then...a fuck wit

I have to say I agree with -Premeir. I have been at McDermott's side since I started my life of crime in this world. I have yet to see any proof of the allegations toward him. Our bloodlines have also known each other for a very long time, and every time they have encountered, nothing but good has come of it. He is a great leader and a great friend. If you cannot see this, you obviously haven't been very close to him. I am honored to be at his side, and his future underboss.

Something tells me the word 'great' is being bandied about a little too much these days

Octavian, please remove your nose from his ass...

Ramona, passing by, hears a bit of the dissension after McDermott's speech. With a shrug she gives a small, apologetic smile and clears her throat.

"A fuck wit, who ith untruthtworthy? Thith ith the reathon that Philly wanted him dead? Thith, from the mobtherth who, for two weekth prior to their demithe, couldn't keep their own people under control? Keep their own thith under wrapth?"

With another, larger smile, she continued.

"I onthe read in the Bible, 'Let he who ith without thin catht the firtht thtone'. Philly didn't have a leg to thtand on when it came to warring anyone, merely for the fact that their own people were rebelling and acting like loothe cannonth at every turn. Without thin, they thertainly were not."

I don't think anyone would say that Philly was without sin Ramona, they were mobsters after all.

What is being suggested is that McDermott is a fuck wit...completely inept, but at least he's no Cherokee.

At least he didn't betray his Godfather and then make up lies so as to get another city destroyed...

JesTer stares hard at this sleeping Gangster, who has been speaking while a-sleep.

It has been a while now working with McDermott, not just in CH but my bloodline has worked along his bloodline in the past as well though not as closely as now. And with all his acts, hard work and dedication, I don't have but good words for him.

JesTer hands this note to one of his Bg and sends him to paste it on the forehead  of this Sleeping Bum , maybe he will read it if he wakes up EVER, though I feel pity for his illness of speaking while a-sleep.

"I don't have but good words for him"

Mostly because of the your inability to forumlate grammatically correct sentances?

Looks like you're also unable to 'formulate' grammatically correct 'sentences', Sleeping.

Hanging back in the background Fox listens to the batter back and forth, waiting for the perfect moment to step in and say her congratulations. This was not the most ideal discussion to have on such a day nor after such a speech presented after her Godfather; however, unlike others, she knew how to keep her cool. Nothing could ruin this moment. Mcdermott will rule as the new Godfather and he will successfully take over Marcus’s place, god bless his soul, he deserves this achievement. He will make Detroit proud and fulfill the wants of his city; he is after all a skilled man. Breathing in and out softly, Fox goes over what she will state inside her head, she knew she could sound a bit of a rambler. Okay a cuckoo nut but who ever said that was bad? I mean come on we all know sane people are bores…or maybe she was just trying to comfort herself. Drifting away from her thought she comes back to the present and remembers the whole point of waiting, she had yet to make one comment. Clearing her voice she offers a warm welcoming smile before she proceeds.

“I have full faith that you will make us all proud sir; you will work with us and push us to our prime …we will have a name to be proud of. There are no slackers in Detroit and I know that we will all surpass are mothers and fathers to met great heights. This will most certainly be a time for us all to pick ourselves up and evolve; I don’t know about y’all but I’m ready to grow and develop my talents.  This is a new beginning for me and I’m thrilled to prosper, I do hope everyone else is thinking somewhere along those lines.”

Taking a moment to analyze the crowd she makes sure to create contact with every single person standing no matter how brief, she wants this to stick. Wanting people to become motivated and believe in themselves... was that so much to ask? She believed in them. She knew deep down they all had what it takes, all they have to do was try and do better, even if we make mistakes we do not fail so long as we strive to learn from it and prevent it in the future. Fox knew she was a bit of a positive looker but that’s a quality she doesn’t regret to have…it makes her the determined person she is.

“Work hard people. Let us show each other what we are made of ! Do we really need to stuff are faces so much? Do booze really need to run are lives? Okay maybe a little…helps me stay somewhat sane. Hell, who am I kidding? I should be in a mad house.”

Forgetting what she was say she grew lost in talking with herself, just proving how insane she was. Hearing someone make a cough she heard the screaming bells of HELLO ! ANYONE IN THERE? GET BACK TO YOUR SPEECH. PRONTO OR YOU CAN KISS GOODBYE ANYONE EVER LISTENING TO YOU AGAIN.

“My point is, GET YOUR LAZY ASSES UP ! I’ll be standing right beside y’all, offering support and pretty much drilling us all into a habit of a strong work ethic. Let us put our heads together and really establish ascendancy over Detroit.  I’ve realized I have made y’all suffer enough babble for the time being, just think about what I said. Put sometime in what you do and you’ll be surprised in what comes out of it. Congratulations Godfather, I look forward to further working with you. Thank you all for your time.”

Slowly stepping away from the front, Fox tries to hide her shaking body, she hoped no one could hear the loud rapid thumping of her heart. It felt like it was going to burst but no way was she going to let everyone know how nervous she was, she was only a goomba after all. She can only hope a few at least listened. Standing up tall and holding her chin up high, she masks her inner battle with a silly grin. She was a bit insane after all.  

Roman shakes McDermott's hand and smiles.

It's been a tougher than expected road to see you attain the rank that so many long for.  The great Godfather Marcus saw his life ended in a horrific gun malfunction, and then we had to fight to even keep you alive against those that wished you harm.  However, you are now here among the upper echelon.  When you get a chance look around you at the other Godfathers that exist and see just how high of company you now keep.  

It has been my honor to work with you, and I cannot wait to see your impact with your new role.  Detroit has proven to be full of resilient people, folks who deserve the best leadership you can provide them.  Congratulations, Godfather McDermott, to successes past and future.

Lil Wayne stands in corwd and listens to the new Godfather of Detroit and all the people in corwd after they finishes he steps forward and clears his throat.

"Congratulations McDermott you deserve it, and I wish you all the best of luck."

I read stories in my father's journals of his experiences with McDermott. He had nothing but positive things to say about him, as I have nothing but positive things to say about him. I am confident in his abilities to lead Detroit and will be forever loyal to my new Godfather. The mafiaso of Detroit have unbreakable ties and loyalty to one another which will continue to strengthen the city. Under McDermott's leadership, we are destined for success.

Congratulations Godfather McDermott

Not wanting to take up too much of the Godfather's time, doogle slips back into the crowd as quickly as he emerged.

Gian walks to the front of the crowd, he had been here a few days ago after Godfather Marcus gun malfunction and he was back again

Well what can I say in one week after our celebrations and we are mourning the loss of so many brothers and sisters. I have lost the closest people to me but I strive to continue to work hard so their deaths were for no reason.

Godfather McDermott I have congratulated you in private and I will do in public, congratulations Sir. I know you will pick up where the late Godfather Marcus left off. I look forward to helping you push Detroit onwards and upwards.

My father spoke highly of you from his time in Chicago and I think just as highly you proved yourself to be fine and strong member of Chicago and getting your auth there and moving to Detroit and continuing your fine work. Now you have taken of the position of Godfather here in Detroit and it is deserved. Haters will always be around and I know that you won't pay any attention.

Gian pulls a smoke from the inside of his trench coat, and a match from his pocket and lights his smoke before disappearing into the darkness