Marston followed his Godmother as instructed… It had been a long journey and he had no idea why he was in Las Vegas but he knew better than to question orders, and did as he was told. Their journey had begun in Long Island, and had taken them into the Nevada Desert to a place known as Las Vegas, a city which had grown rapidly since construction had begun nearby on a hydro-electric dam and the legalisation of gambling.

Godmother Whatsername led Marston into one of the new Casino’s that had recently been built there; the doormen at the entrance welcomed her inside and escorted her, with Marston in tow, all the way to a door at the back of the building, which led into a meeting room.

“John, I have some people I’d like you to meet…”

They entered the room, and sitting around the table in the centre were three people who John recognised as high profile mobsters from Detroit. At the head of the table was an older looking man smoking a cigarette, Don Gaius. John remembered stories he’d heard as a child about their great-grandfathers fighting alongside each other in a glorious battle many decades ago. Sitting next to him was a bald gentleman; he recognised him as the Don’s number two, and also his close friend Colonel Kurtz. The final person at the table was a woman, Don Naenia. She was tall and well built; Marston wondered for a moment whether he would be able to beat her in an arm wrestle, then reverted back to wondering what the hell he was doing here. The man at the head of the table observed his bewilderment and ushered him to join them.

“Ah! Mister Marston, please... take a seat, Godmother, do join us…”

John sat down and looked round nervously at the other people at the table; they were all smiling at him and he felt awkward being the only person that didn’t know what was going on. He looked over to Gaius who had stubbed out his cigarette and had stood up ready to address them.

“Not too long ago now the crime regime that occupied this city, were wiped out. Not only in this city but in many cities across the United States there is no longer any organised crime syndicate operating. The godfathers… and mothers, across the country are all in agreement that these cities need to be re-established so that our drug routes are free flowing and so the feds don’t get the upper hand on us in these unoccupied areas. Starting today I’ll be heading up operations in Las Vegas, to rebuild this wonderful city!”

“Congratulations Sir! But what does this all have to do with me?” John asked.

He looked over to where Godmother Whatsername was seated to see if she had an answer for him.

“Well John as you know, the city of New York also shares claim of this city, so I will be sending one of my own to Las Vegas, to work alongside Don Gaius in the resurrection of this city. After talks with the men in this room we decided that the ideal man for the position was you! Congratulations John, you’re going to be leading your very own family here in Vegas!”

A mixture of emotions hit John, proud that his leader had considered him for this great honour, nervous about the great tasks which lay ahead, and sadness that he would no longer be working directly for the Godmother who he respected so highly and had sworn to follow to the end.

“As much as it pains me to see you leave New York, it can only be a good thing to have an ally and friend such as you in this position, I know you’ll do the city proud John. Oh, and welcome to your new headquarters!”

John embraced his Godmother and admired his new workplace while peering over her shoulder, imagining the future of this place in his head. The others left their seats and brought over some small glasses of alcohol which they thrust into the hands of John and Whatsername.

“Let us drink… To the great future and prosperity of Las Vegas! And the continued good relations with this dear woman and the city of New York!”

Kurtz nodded towards Whatsername, who chinked her glass against his and the rest of the new leaders of Las Vegas, who in turn made short work of their drinks. John’s new colleagues headed for the exit, shaking his hand before they left. The door swung closed as Naenia left and now only John and Whatsername remained.

“Now John, although you will no longer live in New York you are always welcome to visit, in fact I insist upon it. If you ever need help or advice, my door is always open for you, you’ll always have your friends here.”

“Actually Godmother there is something you could help me with, I’d like to take a couple of your men along with me, to help with the running of my family…”

He handed her a small black and white photograph which she quickly studied.

“Not a problem John… Wow, what are you all wearing in this photo? You look like a bunch of outlaws…”

“We are Outlaws… To The End!”

Congrats Marston on your new adventure. I look forwarding to working with you in LV and hopefully help our new city prosper under the great leadership of Gaius and one of his new captains. This is a great opportunity to leav a new leagcy on this thing of ours and i for one welcome the change, as another city is not left empty to rot.

Im sure you will eb a great addition to the growth of LV.

Congratulations my friend :D

Im sure you will do LV proud

Congratz my friend i cant describe how happy i am when i saw that you are getting oppurtunity that you deserved. 

I wish you all best my friend

Marston it is a very happy day for me. You will be a great part of Las Vegas in its rebuilding. I know you are a hard worker and have great leadership to add to the city. I am positive you Gaius and Naenia will work well together and make this thing of ours strong within the city again. Congratulations on your new position, I am very proud of you!

Deadly had been preparing for this day for what seemed like forever. He had all his bags packed and was only waiting on a call from Whatsername to let him know it was time. As he sat contemplating what could possibly be going on in Las Vegas, the closet door started to rumble. A slight feeling of guilt washed over Deadly, he'd just realised he'd been so busy preparing that he'd forgotten to feed his bitch.

He opened the closet, and she stumbled out. She looked a little pale, and a bit skinnier than normal. Deadly pointed her toward the trash where she began to rummage through and munch on any leftovers she could find. Once she'd done he got her to make him some lunch, but he had taken only two mouthfuls when the phone began to ring.

Deadly picked up the phone, put it to his ear and just listened. His bitch watched him curiously as he nodded, said "See you soon" and hung up the phone. Deadly grabbed his bitch's lead and attached her to it, he then loaded all the luggage onto her back before heading off. As they reached the car, he opened the trunk and threw his bitch in along with the luggage.

After the long flight to Las Vegas he retrieves his bitch plus the luggage from the plane's cargo hold. There's a car already waiting for them outside the airport, he throws his bitch in the trunk along with the luggage again.

Deadly arrives at the destination just as Don Gaius, Colonel Kurtz and Naenia are leaving the premises. He nods respectfully at them before pulling his bitch out of the trunk, re-attaching her lead and entering what he would soon find out to be his new home...

Shaggs shakes the hand of the man who truly deserves this honor.

Your line deserved this long ago when our families worked together in St. Louis. Unfortunately it was cut short by a certain person who knows exactly who they are. It made my grandfather sick to see everything you worked for taken away in an instant. Your line has always been full of fighters. I hope you get to have the run that you deserved so long ago. You have earned this and I cannot wait to see what you can do with it.

Shaggs hands you a new flask made of silver and toasts you with his own

Today is your day my friend, enjoy it.

It had been an uncomfortable journey after a meager bin dipping breakfast and DeadlysBitch was in no mood to fuck around. When her master unleashed her, she rubbed her neck, turned toward him and snarled. She couldn't help it, even though she knew DeadlySin got so much pleasure out of seeing her annoyed.

Having a quick stretch and grabbing some of the luggage, DeadlysBitch began hauling her masters belongings into the new HQ. On her way, she happened passed her new leader, whom she nodded in acknowledgement and hoped he wouldn't be as demanding as her master…

There was one suitcase in particular DeadlySin was keen to have put in his office store room straight away and as she struggled with its bulk, she wondered just how much lederhosen her master really needed. Nevertheless onward she struggled with the baggage and after finally getting the last case in, she brushed her hands and hoped for a little break. Parking herself in the masters store room, she waited. There was little she enjoyed about serving DeadlySin, but she certainly enjoyed making his nightly brew above all others, and as she crushed the handful of diuretics she had prepared for her master's bedtime brew, she smiled blissfully.

Strolling through the crowd, Kurtz approached John. Gently patting DeadlysBitch as he past, he shook hands with DeadlySin and smiled at John.

Well my friend I can only say how happy I am that you have joined us here. When I knew the opportunity was there for you to join us in this adventure I couldn't let it go. There possibility of our bloodlines working together again made me very excited. I read all the old journals when I was a kid and always wanted to work with your family after what my grandfather wrote.

Distracted by something in his peripheral vision, Kurtz turns to see DeadlysBitch at his side. Bending down he removes her collar and gently stands her up. Giving her a hug, he holds her by the shoulders at arms length and smiles. Noticing DeadlySin's concern he turned and put a hand on his shoulder for reassurance.

Its ok my friend. Both of you. Its good to have you here. There is still much construction to be done and having you two here with John just goes to fill out the picture more completely than I could have hoped for. All our lines have ties and this only gives me a greater enthusiasm for the tasks that lie ahead. Welcome all three of you!

Lil Wayne was listening in crowd he takes step forward.

"Congratulations Marston, I wish you all the best with building Las Vegas. Good luck sir."

Lil Wayne takes step back into the crowd.

With a grin thinking back to the his family lines past time working with Marston's, he raises a flask in congratulations.

When working with Marstons line in the past i have known he would do anything to defend and improve his city, and i wish him good luck on achieving great things in the future.