"What a fucking mess we have here!"

Giyu yells at his chauffeur as he is done inspecting the 6 cities.

"Where the fuck is Cossack, Toaly, Avocato, Borat and half my fucking allies and business partners?!"

The chauffeur shyly responds at Giyu trying not to upset him more.

"Sir.. Avocate got shot in his sleep and...."

Giyu glares at his chauffeur but he continues to tell the story of resent events

"Cossack was seen in the middle of the night taking a plane but no one knows to were exactly and others have been reported liquidating their assets and traveling back to the old country sir."

Giyu lets out a yell in frustration and the chauffeur sheepishly tries to find some cover.

"You are telling me a measly bullet put Avocato 6feet under!? And my business partners are out somewhere enjoying retirement!?"

Giyu unholsters his old faithful and points it at the chauffeur

"Ill ask you one more fucking time. Where.. are... my... allies!?"

chauffeur kneels down and begs for his life

"SIR, THEY ARE GONE!"

BANG BANG

"Cowards"

Giyu makes his way to the nearest payphone

"Hey, JenBarber.. Send someone to pick me up, we have work to do."

PS

"dont send Steve and his potato wagon. i just shot a man and need to get out of here!"

It had been a rather interesting week for La Costra of late. Two God Fathers of Detroit had been found dead. One from a stray shot from a GodFather from Delaware, right before he was getting on his airplane for the last time....armed!!! The other was found at the bottom of Lake Michigan, with a business card in his pocket that seemed to have come from the Mayors office. And the most recent God Father to be, for the fine city of Detroit. Turned up dead, mere hours before his ascension to God Father. There was something in the water of Lake Michigan of late. There were more God Fathers in it then fish at the moment. Needless to say, a friend of all the fallen respected men. Thomas was in Detroit for the funeral for these men, he had a ton of respect for. 

WoW! What a hell of a week. 

Thomas nodded his head, as he smoked his cigar overlooking the lake. Just thinking about his buddies that had been found swimming in the same body of water. As he smoked his cigar, he couldn't help but think. There would be consequences. There always are. Just a matter of time. Not IF. So after attending these funerals he finally got on a plane. But before he could get back to his home town of New York, he took a detour to Chicago. He had some business to tend to here. As he was tending to his business. He heard gun shots in the street. All off the sudden. There were members of Philly's mob down. A Don, another Don, a GodFather. And it didnt take very long before another well known RHM Don, took matters into his own hands as well. Word was the flight had got lost. And La Cosa Nostra was running around looking for the flight. 

Maaaan! High end mobsters disappearing like flies at the moment. 

He exclaimed to his trusted body guard. The untimely death had Thomas on edge. He was holstered, strapped and ready to rock. I mean, who could blame him? Anyways. Thinking about lost flights and such, he started wondering if the planes perhaps had taken a turn over the dreaded Bermuda Triangle. There was some mystique to this all. Planes and ships rarely ever returned from this triangle. And given the penchant for mobsters taking vacas to the south. The triangle was in the necessary flight paths. Anywhooo.....Thomas had seen and heard enough. There was waaaay too much going on for a singular week in his book. He packed his bags and took a private charter back to New York that was sponsored by Harper. Her planes always did get him from one location to another, rather SAFELY. Thats all he cared about as of now. As he got off his plane and walked out on the air field. He saw a whole bunch of people surrounding a pay phone. He looked up and took his glasses off. 

There are only a handful of people that command entourages like that. It cant be? Can it? 

Thomas made his way into the middle of the entourage, seeing some familiar faces. He walked to the pay phone to find the esteemed Chairman of New York. Thomas took his hat off and fixed his tie as he approached the Chairman. 

Good Afternoon GodFather Giyu. How are you doing today sir? 

Thomas gave the GodFather a firm handshake and a kiss for his ring. 

Can I be of service sir? I kinda overheard your phone call. 

Thomas smiled. Not to piss off The Godfather.

Seems you are looking for a ride back to the HQ. You are more than welcome to take my car sir. We can ride together, or I will just wait for another car. I do own a Automobile showroom. Its really no trouble. 

Thomas had a little conversation with the Chairman. As he was fuming about the current loss of lives this past weeks. I mean, loosing friends and partners to bullets was one thing. Loosing them to flights gone MIA was totally another. Thomas followed The Godfather to the cars. Held his door open as Giyu jumped in the car. 

Anything else I can do for you sir? 

Thomas tipped his hat. As the lion of New York continued to his conversation with Thomas.