All of his things were packed up and being loaded onto trucks by hired hands. NathanExplosion stood on the balcony of his compound looking out over the grounds, taking it all in one last time. Soon, a new man would hold these offices, operating organized crime for South Side, Chicago. Nathan was excited for him, but also feeling a bit of nostalgia. South Side was an ancestral mecca, a part of Chicago that he had always had deep roots in. 

As he looked out over the courtyard, one of the workers shouted up from the grounds to him. The loading was complete, it was time to go. 

"Brutal." he said to himself, before sweeping his gaze over the compound one last time. He did not cry, because that would have been so very not metal. he made his way down the marble staircase and out into the driveway, where his driver, Dominick stood next to his van. The party van, much more practical for Nathan and his men than a limousine or something fancy like that. It was very spacious in the back, complete with futons, bean bag chairs, and a fully stocked mini-fridge. Nathan climbed in the back and sat down on one of the futons, across from Cinnamon. They shared the cargo area with several other dudes, giving the van it's usual stench of sweat and liquor. Azathoth, Garen, and Indifference all sat on bean bag chairs or futons, eager for the journey to begin. Indifference already appeared to be quite drunk.

It was more than four hours by road to Detroit on Route 12, and Nathan wanted to spend the ride reminiscing and drinking with his friends. But he needed to keep a clear head; he would be expected to introduce himself once they arrived. He had a couple of beers and bullshat with the fellas. The drive seemed to take no time at all.

Once they arrived at his new Bricktown Compound, the van driver pulled over by the front gates and allowed the trucks that had been following them to filter in and begin unloading. Nathan and the guys exited the van and surveyed the new headquarters. It was fairly similar to the one they held in Chicago; a large, gothic structure with plenty of open space and high walls. The time drew near for Nathan to address the streets, so after only a short tour they all piled back into the van and drove into the heart of the city.

A crowd had gathered on a side street where it was intended that Nathan should speak. Several of his bodyguards were already there, waiting for the arrival and keeping an eye on the crowd. The van slowed to a stop on the street and everyone filed out, with Nathan being the last to do so. He shut the door behind him and strolled over to his bodyguards and faced the crowd.

"Thank you all for being here. It is perhaps a bit unorthodox to come out like this and announce a relocation, at least in recent times. Generally the move is made and you might receive a telegram or short phone call informing you of it. But my old Pa taught me that a leader should be visible to the public eye and operate in transparency. So here I am, to inform you all of my plans for the great city of Detroit going forward.

First of all, I will obviously be setting up camp in Bricktown, where I assume the role of city head. This has been bestowed upon me through consensus of the crew leaders council meeting. While at first I was reluctant to leave my home town, I realize that this is the best thing for our thing at this time. Detroit needs a capable leader with a strong foundation so as to not end up like the last city to be filled, Los Angeles. 

My running mate and underboss Cinnamon will be coming with me to Detroit, where he will assume leadership of the district of Corktown, where he will hopefully someday reach the rank of Godfather as he so deserves. He is a loyal and hardworking soldier and none have meant quite as much to me as my old man with the stripper's name.

12th street will be operated by my trusty intergalactic space jellyfish thing, Azathoth. I have grown quite close to him in recent times, and feel he has earned the opportunity to lead his own family and district. He will be accompanied by several other close friends of mine, and I am confident that the district will flourish under their care.

These moves will take course over the next 24 hours.

Now, on to my plans for the city. I intend to operate the city in congruence with the Codes of Conduct laid down by Godfather Giyu, and agreed to by all the leaders of that time, many of whom are still here with us and living in peace. I expect all of my leaders, uppers, and members to abide by the code without exception. 

I will be appointing someone in the coming days to be Detroit Business District Manager. Any entrepreneurs wishing to set up new establishments within Detroit should meet with him to discuss their blueprints and plans. This is not intended to discourage new businesses, only to keep the district clean and the below standard operations out.

This is getting to be a bit long winded, so I will wrap it up by saying a few words of gratitude. Firstly, to Dawn_, who so kindly took me in to South Side after the Revolution. She has been my light in the darkest of times, and a beacon of hope and prosperity for the city of Chicago. Thank you for this opportunity.

Also a hearty thank you, to Giyu, PoisonIvy, Asher, and all of their respective leaders who have made this move possible. Your trust in me will not be misused nor taken advantage of. I look forward to continuing to work with you all until the day I can eventually ride off into the sunset, an old man, my life fulfilled. We have made this world a better place than it was, but our work is not yet complete. Every day we strive to make it better, and I am proud to have worked with you all to this point and excited for the opportunity to continue that work.

Thank you all for your time, and good day to you.

Oh, and one last thing. Vim_Fuego will NEVER be as metal as me."

Nathan threw up the horns and grinned out at the crowd before making his way back toward the van with his colleagues.

Chicago will no doubt miss such a collection of individuals, but expansion of a strong plant will require a cutting to be taken and planted elsewhere, which will grow back as strong. Unless you sow the seeds of the plant, in which case I guess you don't need to cut it at all.

Well I've well and truly fucked that metaphor, all that's left is to wish you well on your new endeavor. It will be good to see how Detroit grows once more considering the people that have been sent to run it. I've had only good interactions with you, so can sincerely say I wish you the best.

Salut.

Congratulations Don Nathan on going to Detroit. You have done wonderful job here in Chicago and without you it wont be the same anymore. 
I wish you all the best and dont become stranger. My doors are always open. 
 

Cheers,

Sal

Congratulations Don Nathan on going to Detroit.  I know you will be a great success there as you were here.  I also look forward to continuing our friendship and working with you as well.   It will be different not see you and Cinnamon in Chicago but we are still family and friends.   To your success and happiness.  To both of you, may your days shine bright, may your pocket stay full and your crews grew closer together.  I wish all the best to you and Cinnamon.  

Vim had just finished playing a highly successful gig in philly as the jeers and chants of Fuck off Bad News died down Vim made his way backstage as the jeers  turned to cheers as the next act entered the stage. " See they fucking loved us"  A grin forming on Vims face LuBu was backstage and handed Vim a note which Vim read a look of anger formed on his face the shadey organization known as the council had given that poser NathanExplosion the nod to take his lame band Dethklok on tour to none other then Detroit Rock city. Vim screwed up the note .

" What where they thinking? Dethklok was not even in the same league as Bad News the heavyest metal jazz band in all the land aside from trying to start his own genre of jazz by saying that Dethklok was a Brutal Metal Jazz Band what had Nathan achieved?"

LuBu looked at Vim confused "Errr well he stamped his authority bin Southside Chicago and he did headline the act to play for the council at the last council meeting" 

Vim was 1000 miles away this would not fly he was going to send a strongly worded complaint straight to the top he was going complain to the boss of mafia land no not Giyu he was going over his head as well JenBarber would hear all about this.

I have to say it warms this squirrels heart to see that the fine Motor City is in safe hands.

buona fortuna amico mio

I hope to deserve a place with whenever possible

Buona Fortuna in Detroit, Don Nathan.  

Indifference finished off his second bottle of Jack Daniels and stumbled out of the van a little late.  Really, the only thing that was metal about him in that moment was the awkward metal taste in his mouth.  He covered his mouth and then disappeared to the back of the van as everyone gathered round looked in horror.  Eventually, Indifference reappeared - wiping the corners of his mouth.  

"Well, now that that's out of the way..." 

Indifference looked down at the sexy legs of @Azatoth and winked....

"Boys, I've been here since I was a little goomba and I can't imagine calling any other place home.  Thanks for bringing me along for the ride.  Cinnamon, @Azatoth, NathanExplosion - you guys have really made being a gangster fun.  I don't really know what else to say, so let's do some shots!!"

It was bittersweet as Dawn watch NathanExplosion, Cinnamon, Azathoth and the posse load up the van and head to Detroit. I huge smile came across her face when she remembered the day Nathan gave her the name Dawnfather.  She was picked up in a limousine but went home in that van. That’s when the true party started.

 NathanExplosion was her solid rock. She never had anyone with his knowledge willing to share it with her.  She’s a much stronger leader now because of his invested time in her and the entire city of Chicago.

The reward for work well done is the opportunity to do more. Dawn knew it was time for him to move on. She had no doubt they all would bring wonderful things to Detroit.

Dawn stood and watches the van go down the road.   She could hear the music and smell the Ganja.

Foamy hops onto Dawn_'s shoulder nibbles on a nut

I could not have put it better myself

but is the Motor City ready for this level of metal?

I should hope so!

Gianna finally had some time to step away from drinking the Crown and Cork whiskey her late sister Valencia had left for her, the stuff was quite marvelous and it was no wonder it became a staple on Philadelphia, the shot got you.. well.. shit faced drunk like no other, accompanied by the smooth texture, it was a one hit wonder for the Patangeli's.. but that was besides the point...

The infamous rock band that had called their home in the Windy City for some time now was up and moving to Detroit, it was a grand day for Chicago and the rest of the band but now, Gianna would have to travel all the way to the Motor City just to get her metal fix...

"Congratulations to you Don NathanExplosion.. our families have worked together in the past to do great things, and One excited to see how Dethlok performs in it's him away from home.. although we both know you are perfectly at home in "The Land" .. "

Gianna smiled before taking a swig from her bottle and holding it up and continuing.

"So cheers to you old friend! I look forward to what you do with Detroit!"

After finishing she took a step back and continued sipping on her whiskey as others came forward to pay their respects.

Rushing around at the last minute - as usual - Cinnamon was sitting on the tour bus before he realised that he wasn't the only one to be workin at the coo's tail; Morry had gone in search of some sort of local soup - made of dragons or some such, and had missed the bus's departure time. Fortunately all the equipment had been loaded, all the ganja plants safely transported beforehand, and Morry's driver had gone with him in search of his fabled soop, so Cinnamon knew that he would be in hot pursuit - most likely with a load of booze.

Between Cinnamon's near constant drug addled state and Morry's frequent come-downs, it was almost a wonder how anything got done sometimes. Without Dawn and Nathan pushing and helping, Cinnamon was beyond certain he wouldn't be where he was, however.

Dawn_ our lines have both come a long way, from my great, great grand-daddy's mansion in Staten Island to controlling the central cities in this thing of ours, it's been a long journey, and I thank you for taking it with me, and helping out wherever you could. I shall be forever grateful.

NathanExplosion... what can I say? You've been a rock, a bank, a friend, an assistant and everything in between. I'm delighted to see you being authorised to set up your own city, and even more so to be able to help you and Azathoth out with the day to day running of things.

Finding a stack of nearby empty paper cups, and filling one of them with a little of extremely potent liquid from one of Morry's bottles, Cinnamon raises his cup and turns to NathanExplosion.

"Well, it may not be officially official yet, but congratulations... MetalFather? Rockfather? Either way, I look forward to progressing the city alongside you. Lang may yer lum reek. Salute!"