LoveGun sat behind the counter at Crawford's Irish Pub and Rare Books reading a book while she had some down time. Or, to be honest, pretending to read while she took swigs of her rum. Crawford told her it was a great book, one she had to read before she died. The fact that she was young gave her enough reason to not read it now, it could wait for when she was old and wrinkly and didn't have anything better to do.

It was all in Crawford's teachings for LoveGun. He and the pup had rescued her off a bootleg ship. She would be dead without the man and without his patience she'd still be a little more barbaric then she was currently. Just as LoveGun pretended to get started on the fourth chapter, the phone rang. She let it ring and ring and ring, but finally on the fifth ring she answered it casually.

Thanks for callin' Irish books and rare pub.

The other side of the line was dead. No response. LoveGun pulled the receiver away from her ear, looked at it, tapped it and just as she was about to hang it up she heard a voice. Snapping it back to her ear, she heard her Godfather's voice.

"Meet me in my office."

Then there was a click. LoveGun smiled. Maybe he had some job for her. She put the phone receiver back on it's hook and tossed the book she was reading onto one of the many piles that sat around the whole place.

Crawford!

She called.

I'm goin' t' see Premeir. I'll be back lat'r t' finish this book.

Before slipping out of the pub LoveGun filled her flask with Crawford's finest rum and snatched his keys from the hook. After arriving back at the Spanish Inquisition headquarters, LoveGun said hello to a few fellow crew members loitering around and made her way to the Godfather's office. She knocked politely on the door. After a moment of waiting and thinking she heard someone say come in, LoveGun opened the door and stepped into the office.

"LoveGun, I'm moving you out."

She instantly crinkled up her face. She didn't want to go anywhere.

"It'll be for the greater good."

Her Godfather continued. Had he finally come to his senses and was going to put her in a coffin? LoveGun pursed her lips. After surviving death, Premeir had come to her while she was in Crawford's care and asked her to join him in his family. Her mother had been KatieMurdock and her father was Grif and after Nuked, her aunt, had been tragically killed Premeir had made LoveGun his right hand. Why would he want to kill her?

"I'm not going to kill you."

He said as if he could read her mind.

"I'm instating you as my underboss for the city of Philly."

His last statement was noted with happiness and LoveGun's expression quickly warped into her goofy grin of a smile. This was more then enough for Premeir to know that she was ecstatic about what he told her. He immediately took her to the building he had arranged for her to set up her headquarters. Once they arrived LoveGun took a moment and called Crawford at his pub telling him of the good news.

"What will you be calling your syndicate?"

Premeir asked her as they walked through the empty hallways of the headquarters. LoveGun was already envisioning them to be busy and full of life in just a few days. She was more than excited with the opportunity the Godfather was giving her and was going to take it and use it for all it was worth.

Thank ya! Thank ya for th' opportunity, I won't be lettin' ya down.

Her smile beamed.

As for a name...She left Premeir's side as they came into a larger room. LoveGun spread her arms open....I'd like to be presentin' to ya The Corsair Collective.

 Congratulations LoveGun!

Though I cant say that I know you personally, being chosen as an Under boss of a city is a huge role. This being said I could only assume you have done some big things for Godfather Premier in the time being, maybe even before he was a philly’s Godfather per haps. I don’t know, but you must be more then deserving to have been granted this position, and worked hard to be where you are.

So once again congratulations Lovegun on your auth, and landing the under boss position. I wish you the best of luck on the journey ahead of you.

Juggalo gives philly a big two thumbs up with a smile from ear to ear before disappearing into the crowd..  

Congratulations LoveGun i am sure that you will help building Philly with Godfather Premeir.

Gaius wandered over to the young girl that had made her announcement. Being an underboss for the bloodline of Premeir wasn't the easiest job in the world, but Gaius had faith that LoveGun would get it done.

Stepping up to his brother, Gaius embraced Premeir, and then turned to LoveGun. Plucking a cigarette from his coat he struck a match and a haze of blue smoke began covering Gaius.

Congratulations LoveGun, I can think of no one more deserving of this honor then you. Do him proud girl. Do em proud.

Gaius flicked his cigarette into the ditch and followed Premeir off to an old haunt to get shit faced.

Congratulations! Your truely a great addition and exactly what Philly needs, I wish you the best of luck in your endeavour.

Mr Barkston was dumbfounded. That Guy He Knew had dragged him to the headquarters of the Corsair Collective and told him it'd be their new home. Sure, the dog was plenty happy that That Girl From The Boat was being given this new responsibility. She had certainly proven herself and was nice enough to him. The woman was more than a bit crazy, but Mr Barkston didn't have a problem with that. His problem was with her smell--a toxic blend of brine and rum. It didn't surprise him that the scent had carried throughout the headquarters. There was simply no escape. After only a day, he began to question the existence of a higher power, and wonder where he had gone wrong in life.