Since Harper had just taken one of the RATs out, Godfather @Chong asked her to explain the situation to the rest of the crew.  Harper called a meeting.  When everyone arrived, got their food and drink on she called the meeting to order.

"I would like to thank everyone for coming.  As some of you already know we have a crisis on our hands. It seems like some lowlife thugs have formed a gang calling themselves RATs. RAT stands for Rogue-a-thon.  The males are rogues and the female’s roguettes.  The reason it’s a crisis is because they are getting caught committing petty crimes and the FEDs are portraying it as organized crime. When they are nothing but fucking tricksters, swindlers, cheats, mountebanks running amok in the neighborhood.  We are not going to deal with them terrorizing good people,  murdering street hustlers and causing unwanted attention to our streets.  We know that’s bad for business."

Rosie and her husband Al own the local grocery store on the corner of Main Street and Third, a few shook their head they knew of them.

About a week ago, I stopped in to see how Rosie was doing because I heard Al had a heart attack.  Well to make a long story short, these RATs were shaking them down. Al had the heart attack when they were threatening Rosie in front of him because he told them they keep asking for too much.

To make another story short I confronted one of the so-called leaders who were shaking them down. After some back and forth words he called me a ”stupid bitch”.  Well the bitch inside me came out.  I put my hand through my bottomless dress pocket, pulled my pistol from my garter holster, shot him twice in the chest, then one to the head. His other boys ran and left him. We shut the store down, had the cleaners come, they did a fine job, left some men behind and so far things are back to normal.  But I know they are wondering who the fuck I am.

Rosie told me they aren’t the only ones, plus they swindle a lot of money from an older lady named Ms. Harris but she didn’t know the real details.  Big Moe told me he heard the street dealers are having a lot of trouble being robbed by them, one was found beaten to death lying on the park bench and a few are still missing in action.

So we need to get all those RATs off the streets. I have two men on the inside feeding me information.  Harper shared a list of people, their addresses and where they hang out.  The names with the star next to them are supposed to be the most vicious members.

When you take one or whomever out just report back, Godfather @Chong has put some spice in it offering nice rewards depending how many you take down.  If things get messy I have provided you with the number for the cleaners.  It will be answered 24/7 and  they can arrive at a crime scene in no time."

Just be careful the FEDs are already on the scene looking to catch a RAT.  Let's just eliminate those possibilities.   

Harper watched as @Albino, @Bernie, @DemTitties, @Mortician, @Puppy, @Freddo, @LucaBrasi, @TarantulaMomma, @TheOfficeManager and @SlimShady looked over the information.  It was the general consensus of the group, they had to rid the neighborhood of these RATs.

Albino was looking worse for wear, even more tired than usual if that were possible. Between shoveling @Chong's mountains of old, unopened mail and stopping @Gertrude from choking on vomit in her sleep, he was struggling to get a decent night's kip. He'd grown too accustomed to sitting around smoking herb all day and his recent ascension to slants had hit him by surprise. Being Hand of the King was no joke.

On top of everything, just as he felt life couldn't get any busier, now they had a fucking RAT problem. He'd set up some new lines of communication to help spread the word whenever the bastards rolled into town but too often by the time word got out, they'd already scurried off. Their crimes may have been petty, but they were frequent, annoying and a little unusual. Even with heavy mobster presence in all six cities of this thing of ours, it was normal for some low level wannabes trying their luck - it was all part of the game, and they only ended up helping to add notches to the gun anyhow. But these new RAT bastards were getting out of hand - they'd even pissed in Chong's favourite kiddie pool. Refusing to use it until it was thoroughly doused in bleach multiple times, he ended up going 4 days without his daily routine of being hosed clean - it took 20 solid minutes of scrubbing to finally get the pong out of him. Things needed to change.

Albino broke into rant, frantically waving Harper's sheet of intel around.

"Alright, people - this time there's no stopping us, no letting 'em get away! I've heard word the other established families of our world are heading out to slay these bastards, so let's get out there and show 'em what Hollywood's made of. Fuhrer Godfather Chong has demanded it's all hands on deck, he's sick of what they're doing to our family.

@Puppy has regressed back to pissing on the carpets and we've only just managed to get @Bernie's stench out of the place, so that's gotta end.

Already on the brink of madness, @TheOfficeManager's finally snapped and started dragging stray cats back to the HQ with him for company, only exacerbating Puppy's problem as he innocently leaks everytime eXcItEmEnT overwhelms him as he shoos the felines out of sight. The whole disturbance of the RATs is interrupting TOM's adventures with his carousel of women and I fear what he'll do next if these scumbags step in the way of his next fix.

The noise these RATs make during their antics has grown so bad, they've even managed the unimaginable and awoken lazy poor, dear @Gertude - she's been evicted from the front lawn and forced to sleep in the basement. It's nice not to hear her snoring echo throughout the building for once, but she's no use to us hiding down there. If this keeps up, we'll need to get a guard dog.

@Freddo has dedicated the best years of his life to amassing wealth scamming sweet-toothed peasants and doubling his net worth every year for the last two decades, only to have his favourite gold-trimmed trench coat pinched from his Ford Model 18 by the sneaky little shits!"

Albino tightened his jaw, a vein began to protude from his forehead.

"Enough's enough! This ends now. Fuhrer Godfather Chong is paying top dollar for these heads, so get out there and murder every single last one of these brainless fucks!"

Albino locked eyes with the group of gun-toting maniacs.

"And make sure they fucking bleed."

Freddo woke up refreshed and ready for a new day he smiled to himself upon realising it was a sunday morning and that he had no real work on the agenda today.

Suddenly a boot flew through the air hitting Freddo in the head followed a few moments later to @TarantulaMomma's head coming around the door. "You may get to stay here rent free thanks to your pops and all, but please at least try to be on time for once." Freddo realised it was infact monday morning and was meant to be meeting @Albino regarding something important and had commented recently about his late arrivals to well most things. Freddo got himself dressed and ran out the door as no doubt he will be in trouble yet again and will probably end up having to clean up after @Puppy yet again. on the way he had bumped into one of his contacts in hollywood and want 100 for a bag of guns and ammo no questions asked. Freddo shrugged and took it as a easy sell on.

Finally arriving seemed was a few members of the crew that he had met a few times considering he had only been in the crew a number of weeks theres been so many changes and realises he is surrounded by high ranking members of the mafia. feeling a bit out of his depth he sat quietly at the back of the group.

After listening to @albino talking about the level of shooting he is talking about he looked at the bag of guns his contacts passed him. "Don Albino im not sure but maybe this would help" passing the bag to Albino which he looked in immediatly and nodded "well at least we got some ammo for the job"

Suddenly in walked @Harper "We have a rat go get them guys we cant stand for their shit any longer" Freddo Grabbed his gun out of his holster and made sure it was loaded. "For the Fuhrur!"

Passed out, hung over and with an empty bottle of Scotch still clinched in his fist from the night before @TheOfficeManager suddenly awakes from his dream when @Puppy jumps on his bed and pisses all over it to mark his territory. The poor Pup doesn't know where to sit, as the bed is littered with pussy. Scattered on the bed are a handful of stray cats TOM brought in brought in on his way home last night. He always had a soft spot for those purring creatures. He suddenly realizes this is not a dream. Besides the cats and @Puppy there are also 3 women passed out butt naked between the sheets.

"Damn, another night for the books! I really should cut back on the whisky and stick to smoking 420/7."

With his eyes still getting used to the daylight piercing through the curtains, he reaches for the dog-biscuits on the nightstand.

"Here boy! There's more where that came from if you would just stop pissing the bed every time i bring home some pussy."

The bedroom door suddenly opens and @Harper's head appears from the other side. TOM could see a reasonable amount of disgust in her eyes. 

"Oh come on TOM! We've discussed this! It's OK for you to bring those girls in to the Office, but we've talked about those damn cats! 
Remember how long it took us last time to get rid of all the flees?! Also, you know we've got a meeting in 10 minutes right?!"

After a quick hot shower and a few cups of coffee, he got up to join the others for the meeting.

The Discovery of the Rat Father

Puppy smelled the fuckers, the RATs they were pissing him off he had to start carrying around extra bullets with his back pockets filled with bullets he headed out into the streets.
On his way to the DabCityV2 HQ he saw one of them one of the RATs shaking down the bakery on the corner of the street in Hollywood.
Puppy walked into the bakery where he had seen the bitch of a low life nicknamed Rogue trying to shake down Doris the baker she had owned this bakery since Puppy was a little pup he used to visit there as a child and go and buy Danish pastries and bread with his parents.
"What the fuck are you doing Rogue you punk ass bitch, you've been causing shit for Godfather Chong for weeks now I think we need to have a word don't we."

Puppy walks up and whispers in rogues ear And grabs him by the scruff of his neck
"The Godfather has ordered us to kill or capture on sight so let's take a walk out back and leave Doris here alone."
Puppy walks out the store gripping the rogue by the neck.
"See you later Doris ill make sure this little shit doesn't bother you anymore."
Puppy grabbed his tie wraps out of the car and zipped up the rogues hands and threw him into the back of his car and drove off to the HQ waving to Doris as he passed the bakery, puppy always was taught to respect his elders.

Pulling up to the Dab City Headquarters he left the scrote that called himself rogue in the car.
Walking into the Headquarters he saw Albino and his eyes looked like pissholes in the snow he must have been tired from all of the mail that he had been sorting out for Godfather Chong, and then sat at the bar that they had gotten built in the headquarters sat Harper looking as beautiful as ever.
"Hey TheOfficeManager I've got a present for us all In the car if you want to go outside to my car and escort him inside, oh and Freddo you want to go and help him with it?"
TheOfficeManager and Freddo dragged in the bitch called Rogue all the lads and harper's faces lit up.

"Alright guys I caught this guy in the bakery that Doris owns on the corner of the street in Hollywood, and I have gotten to thinking with the sheer amount of rogues and roguettes that have been running riot and causing Godfather Chong shit and giving us all a headache. Alright excuse me for a moment I need to go piss."

Puppy ran off to the bathroom quickly to relive his bladder.
"Alright sorry about that I'm back now as I was saying with the sheer amount of these guys there has to be someone organising this shit, a shot caller I have heard they call him the RatFather sounds like some sort of cult shit to me what do you guys think?"
Anyway now that puppy had brought one of the rogues in he couldn't leave now that he had been to the headquarters so he had to die, but the rogue didn't have to know that, there was still plenty of time for them to 'interrogate' him before he had to be put down.
"So then albino does this excuse me from pissing on the floor? Am I back in your good graces?"

Puppy gripped the rogue and dragged him down to the basement and sat him in the chair and tied him up.
They had just started using these massive batteries in cars along with electric starter motors and well these car batteries well to say the less they made peoples lips loose when you combined them with a pair of jump leads, puppy walked up to the rogue and ripped off the duct tape that had been covering his mouth.

"So then Rogue do you feel like telling us who you are working for because your causing us all a slight bit of a headache and well, well we just cant be having that can we."

The Rogue smirked and said "Fuck You"

Furious puppy walked into the back of the basement and came back with a black toolbox spotted with what looked to be red 'paint' the box was covered in a sheet it had been gathering dust puppy hadn't had to pull this out in years, walking over next to the rogue he placed the box on the floor and pulled out a table from the corner of the room and dragged it next to where the low life was sat picked up box of off the floor and slammed it down onto the table.

"Me, Fuck me? yeah i'm not too sure you know how this situation works so how it is going to go is you will tell me who you work for then you'll beg me to put you out of your misery, understand? comprende?"

"The car battery doesn't scare me" said the rogue clearly shitting himself you could tell because he was sweating buckets.

"The battery isn't what you should be worried about."

Puppy pulled out a chair from the cupboard and the basement and this chair had the bottom cut out of it and placed it in front of the rogue Puppy cut his restraints and tied him to this new chair with the bottom cut out of it, puppy reached into the the box that he had sat on top of the table and pulled out a 10ft rope and proceeded to tie multiple knots in the end off the rope, and well a massive knot on the end of a rope and a guy sat on a chair with the bottom cut out well there was only one way this was going, and well it turns out that puppy going golfing with his old man had finally proven useful to him.

Puppy begun to swing the rope with the giant knot on the end and after building up enough power he decided to hit the rogue with it right in his crowned jewels, puppy was going red in the face he was absolutely fuming with the cheek on this rogue and after swinging this rope around he begun to work up a sweat 

"yeah Fuck me? that's what you was saying five minutes ago did that coke whore of a mother not teach you any manners, hows that feeling now bet you wish you hadn't had walked into that bakery this morning, so you feel like telling me who the fuck your boss is?"

Puppy was getting hot as hell at this point so he walked upstairs to go and get a drink from the bar he needed it after the session he had just had trying to get answers out of his new friend.

heading back downstairs with his beer he walked through the basement door and 'well fuck' he thought to himself the place was a bloodbath the guy had gagged himself and then slit his throat with a Hacksaw.

"Wow what a crazy bastard but at least we know he is working for someone he wouldn't kill himself otherwise."

Harper was headed down to the basement to check out the RAT @Puppy bought in.  Maybe they could interrogate him see what they could find out. She met @Puppy drinking on a beer as he headed down the steps also.

When she arrived the guy was dead as a doorknob.  His throat was cut from side to side.  She looked at @Puppy.  @Puppy just through his arms up as to say it wasn’t me. 

As Harper moved in a little closer.  Damn @Puppy you scared the guy so much he just killed himself, slit his own fucking throat? Damn, let me call the cleaners and get this place cleaned up.

"Thanks Harper he has made a right fucking mess of things i would have called them but i didn't know where the phone was, i didn't get much out of him either well nothing actually but there has to be someone organising all of there shit its getting beyond a joke now i heard that last night they tried to pull a fucking bank job and whilst they were inside proceeded to try and blackmail the mayor, absolute cretins."

With these RATs still causing puppy a massive headache he decided to hit the streets with one pocket filled with bullets and another pocket filled with one dollar bills, the homeless druggies and drunks were always out on the streets these made them the perfect look outs so starting in hollywood with his gun in hand just incase one of the bums came at him he set out looking around in the drug addict ridden alleyways and dumpsters that sat out back of the shops, puppy saw a bum sat with a crack pipe huddled in a sleeping bag so he decided to walk over to him he was sat outside of an establishment that had meant to have a massive basement so he decided it would be a good idea to have someone to be looking out to monitor the activity and puppy didn't have time to sit on his hands all day so he walked up to the guy and pulled out a dollar bill.

"hey you, your doing something for me so put down that pipe whilst i speak to you i need you to keep an eye out on people going in and out of that building" Puppy pulled out a photograph that he had taken of the RAT he had caught. "i need you to keep and eye out for anyone wearing similar clothes to these okay and i need to know if there are any how many enter that building you got that?"

Puppy pulled out a dollar bill and passed it to the crackhead. "you meet me on the corner of vine street tomorrow night and ill give you 5 more of those, that sounds fair to me"

The guy previously huddled in his sleeping bag sat up and took the dollar bill "alright ill be there tomorrow not often we get dollar bills given out around here nevermind 5 of them."

Puppy hopped back into his car and decided to go for a beer so he headed over to the nearest bar he found himself in the newly opened Big Moe's southern style hotel and casino Puppy didn't want a room or a gamble so he just walked on over to the bar and ordered himself a bottle of beer and then he got to chatting with the barman.

the barman grabbed him a bottle of beer "there you go your cold beer so then your dressed rather well looking quite dapper, im moe and you are?"

"oh im Puppy nice to meet you moe thanks for the beer i have seen you've just opened business looks well?"

"yeah its going great is there anything i can do for you?"

"Yes there is actually" Puppy pulled out the photograph of the RAT he had captured "have you seen any guys that dress like this around or have you heard anything about the guy they call the Rat Father?"

"hmm Rat Father you say i have there was a bunch of RATs hanging outside of here yesterday as i was closing up and i heard them mention they were taking weapons back to one of there Rat Holes underneath the abandoned apartment building on hollywood boulevard."

"this is perfect you've been an amazing help" Puppy slid Moe an envelope with five hundred dollars in it and then quickly departed got back into his car and drove back to the Dab City head quarters to rally the troops.

Scrambling out of his car and bursting through the headquarter doors hoping that the crew was still inside there and to his delight there they were all stood around Albino had just woken up TheOfficeManager and Freddo fresh as daisy's and Harper was just letting the cleaners out of the back exit.

"Guys i have news the the RATs and in particular where they are storing there guns so everyone strap up so we can get on down there and torch the place with them all inside the RATs and their Weapons gone all at one whos with me?

Puppy was so fucking excited he couldn't get his words out he went to the bar panting and grabbed a bottle of beer and lit up a quick cigarette to calm his nerves, while he waited for the crew to decide what they wanted to do, Puppy had a thought that it may be a good idea to talk to the consigliere and ask them for advice on a plan of action those consiglieres were some of the best strategists known to dab city and were highly looked up to they would know exactly how to terminate these RATs and their weapons while making sure our side had no casualties as well nobody wants to die do they.

The RATs had to be put on hold when all hell broke out within the cities. Devastating things started happening.  Rogues materialized taking out some very high ranking members then the regime decided it had come time for a changing of the guard that brought more bloodshed.

When the dust finally settled GFC Chong called a meeting that would affect myself, Albino, Puppy and so many of the members.  Change was going to come for sure.

There were a lot of the RATs eliminated.  Harper had received several other confirmations of their demise. Chong was happy at least we got some of them off the streets.

With all the dust settled and a meeting had materialised with Godfather Chong, Don Harper, Don albino and myself Don Puppy otherwise known as the Bonefather of downtown.
The RATs had gone, dead? Caught in the crossfire? Lurking in the shadows gathering followers?

None the less they were gone and that was all that mattered, with all of the RATs and rogues settled in their graves Godfather chong now had a massive weight lifted off his shoulders and his headache of the RATs at ease.
The DabCityV2 crew all sat in and meeting and after the death of many crew leaders it was time for them to step up and do something about it and that they did.

Myself the BoneFather of Downtown set up my organisation in downtown with supervision from the Godfather, And then Harper had decided to take a flight the the sister city of Los Angeles the gambling paradise that was Las Vegas and that is where she would be setting up her enterprise, and then Puppys friend and colleague Albino headed down to Pasadena to set up his organisation and his crew already had made a reputation for themselves getting called the Raskalz by many of the pasadena residents but they meant no harm they were just keeping things in order, As were we all after the shitty situation we had been left in by the devastation of the RATs and The rogues that reaked havoc on our streets.

"So then lads and Harper, Downtown have survived except for Tishie god rest her soul and we have had the lowest casualty rate out of all the families in this thing that we have going so we all pulled our weight and for that I think we all deserve a nice drink and a cigar"

Puppy sat back and put his feet up and lit his cigar
 

"So then guys I wish you all well in your new business ventures and organisations and I hope that we will all keep in touch through the great vine, and most of all I shall miss you all and very much our long chats in the headquarters bar and when we had to build the place after we flew in from New York ah the memories we have made will never be forgotten, and when we grow old I imagine they will be cherished."

Puppy got up and cleared his throat

"So then now is the time to say our farewells and head off to our new headquarters or go and build them and start to get our feet planted firmly on the ground, goodbye my friends no no actually goodbye to my family."

Puppy shook hands with Godfather Chong and then Albino and on the way to the door gave Harper a hug.

"Farewell, let's make Los Angeles the great city we know it can be"