MrVengeance perks his ears up as he listens to the galloping horse he backed fly past the line a clear winner. Winning, thats what its all about here in Las Vegas, MrVengeance likes to win. There is no second best. After yet another successful day at the track he climbs into his car and makes his back to the hub of the criminal enterprise.

Today, however, he knows things will be different, with Neania now having to lay low, times are changing. He will need to think of new ways to avoid the heat that pushed his once close friend and boss underground, as he has no plans on leaving so suddenly. After a short drive he arrives. He notices the new HQ a little busier than he expected, sure, Six is there cracking the whip making sure everyone is doing what is needed to get us up and operational as soon as possible, but there seems to be a hell of a lot of 'hired help' around...then it dawns on him "Shit, Don Gaius is here already!!" As he rushes into the front office, adjusting his tie he enters the door to be greeted by the Don himself and his trusted RHM Kurtz. "So sorry im late Don, I was at the track you see, had a sure thing...and well it only bloody came in" He says as he hands over a wad of cash to the Don "and of course, your cut"

"Welcome to the new home of the Republik, its with great pleasure and honor that you have trusted me with the task of running my own family. Although it comes under bad times with our good friend Naenia having to lay low from the cops, I still promise to strive to run as tight a ship as she did." 

"The word is already out on the street, this is no place for an easy ride. I hold the rank of Made Man especially very high, and if anyone is looking for a quick way to the top then they should look on. It will not be something handed out without the work and effort needed to earn it. That is something my forefathers have always passed down the generations and something I hold dear to. " 

"I look forward to working with the rest of the leaders across these fine cities and as some of you that know me already know, I am an approachable guy and my mailbox is always open"

"Las Vegas has blossomed under your leadership Don Gaius, and along with JimmyNapoli and Marston, I hope I can do you proud and bring something extra to the table. I thank you both for giving me my chance to shine and take our work to new heights...the Republik will not let you down. "

"That is all for now I must get back to Six before she works them all to death, VIVA LAS VAGAS!! "

Sitting across the street from the new headquarters of Republik that was being built Jimmy sat patiently reading s newspaper.. waiting for his friend to walk out of his new spot so he could personally tell him a few words away from the rest of the world..Jimmy noticed MrVengeance- finally walking out, "late as usual" Jimmy thought and laughed to himself as he approached him extending his hand

My friend, we worked worked together for a while now and I have found you to be an inspiring mobster.. sometimes a bit rough around the edges but maybe that is why you are such a good business man eh. It will be a pleasure to work alongside you in Las Vegas, and I hope we can get together and get some of this gambling stuff going on because I got the itch!

Your father had some bad luck, and you were expected by most to take over where he left off and today it looks like you finally get that chance. It will be a pleasure to be working in Las Vegas with you and you better hide your women, cash and liquor because I am visiting more often!

Jimmy pushed his friend a bit and laughed before nodding his head as he walked off, his limo waiting just across the street for him as he had meeting and a dinner party to get to with a few city council members and business owners in town

FatFreddie crosses the street in front of the new HQ and takes in a deep breath of dry Las Vegas air.  "Is it just me or does the air here almost taste of money?". 
The thought of that seems to make him happy.  Grinning to himself he walks over to stand beside his new leader MrVengeance and raises his hat to him..

"This place is starting to look good Boss.   It's such a shame that Naenia has had to lie low for now but I know you're gonna lead us on to great things and I'm delighted to be a part of that.  Please excuse me while I go and give a hand to get things set up."

FatFreddie raises his hat to MrVengeance once more and then walks over towards Six to see what needs doing.  Seeing him approach she glances down at his empty hands before looking up and raising a single eyebrow.  FatFreddie knows that look and so quickly grabs the nearest brush and starts sweeping with gusto!

Still mourning the loss of his father EvilClown can be found kicking stones and generally feeling glum. Resigned to a normal life working 9-5 in the local circus he is NOT enjoying the continual custard pies being thrown at him. Don't even mention the razor sharp unicycle saddle he is forced to perform on.

The Tuesday morning show was just about to start, he had applied his makeup and buttered up the team of performing midgets he had inherited from his late father, when he noticed the crowd was a little more dense than usual. That being there were more than the usual 5 perverts sat in the crowd.

Not wanting to seem over familiar he cycled over to the squad of silent muscle which took up the first five rows, a sight to behold indeed! Must have been over 100 thugs all sat with sunglasses on, big perm like hair and mustaches. The penny dropped!

These were the fabled scouse brothers of a newly appointed crew leader in Las Vegas, a crew leader his father once called his bitch. Now there was a turn up for the books!

Continuing with his show, the only highlight being when he got to jettison his least favorite midget out of a cannon in walked MrVengeance- dressed in a brand new bold shiny shell suit.

EvilClown fell of his unicycle.

"Your father was a freind of mine clown." The man dressed in a suit of shells said,

"He and I used to ride together, but not on this sorry excuse of a bike you have here I may add." EvilClown had to listen closely to the man talking, he spoke with a strange accent and kept adding in the word 'like' and 'la' at very strange times.

MrVengence- offered clown his hand.

"Your gonna ride with me! Now get your gear and yes, before you ask you can bring the midgets! I have a job for you here. If you are anything like your father your talents will be wasted on these bums."

With a tear in his eye, that saddle was giving him awful chaff, EvilClown- stood up dusted himself off, dropped his pantaloons at the bastard of a ringmaster and jauntily walked off. The smile on his face being real (not just painted) for the first time in a long, long time.

Tell them the circus is back in town!