Koehler was roaming the halls of the Shady Pines Retirement Home, slamming doors, making loud noises, and just causing general mayhem around the building, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head slightly and mumbled a 'fuck' under his breath. It was Cannon. He was bound to be caught eventually. “The boss wants to see you. It can’t wait.”

Koehler sighed and slammed the door in front of him with the force of a thousand fists. “Fine.”

Koehler scoffed and made his way to Bernie’s office, Cannon following along behind him cursing every breath. They arrived at the office to see Bernie hunched over at his desk, obsessively filling out paperwork. They could see his gun vest under his jacket, twin .45s at each side. Shit. He was ready for war.

“What’s going on, old man?”

Koehler was met with a death stare from Bernie - he hated being called that. “Sit. Chong moved to Downtown, and the fucking old bastard Alfredo didn’t wait a fucking day before terming himself Godfather in Hollywood.” Koehler could see Bernie was pissed.

“Wait, what? I thought you were doing that?”

Bernie looked at him sternly - maybe this wasn’t the right time to be testing the old man’s patience. “I WAS. We have no choice. Alfredo has to go.”

Koehler sighed. He just wanted a nice relaxing day of destroying the retirement home, but old man Bernie had other plans. "Alright, gramps. Where are we headed?"

A piece of paper with an address written on it fell into Koehler's hand, courtesy of Cannon. Nothing more needed to be said and the three of them made their way out of the retirement home, bribing the security along the way to let old man Bernie out for a 'walk'. They knew better than to question it.

A short walk later, the trio arrived at their destination; a seemingly abandoned warehouse with several bay doors left wide open. "Looks like Alfredo hasn't been here long, huh?" Koehler shrugged. "Alright, gramps, lead the way. Cannon and I got your back if shit gets sour."

Bernie started walking into the warehouse, taking a shortcut through one of the loading bays, with Cannon at his right and Koehler at his left. They spotted the impostor Godfather staring away, lost in his own little world. Not a soul in sight beyond him. Koehler and Cannon drew their firearms and aimed down the sights at the false prophet.

"Alfredo!" Bernie shouted. "Make no sudden movements or you die." Koehler and Cannon ran up to Alfredo and shoved him to the ground before frisking him and tying his hands behind his back. Bernie approached.

"Now what the fuck do you think you're doing? Making a claim on MY territory? That's not a smart move, Alfredo..." Bernie put his hand on one of his .45s. The terror could be seen in Alfredo's eyes.

Bernie put the barrel to the back of Alfredo's head and pulled the trigger, and... nothing. His gun jammed. Bernie tossed that .45 to the ground and grabbed his second one in reserve. He put it to the back of Alfredo's head again, pulled the trigger, and... another jam. Bernie threw the gun to the ground in a fit of rage. Koehler had to hold back his laughter. This old man couldn't do something as simple as killing a man without finding new ways to fail.

Koehler walked in close to Bernie and whispered into his ear, "Mine won't jam, old man. Compose yourself and finish the job." He handed his personal gun over to Bernie for a third and hopefully final attempt. Once again, Bernie put the end of the barrel to the back of Alfredo's head and pulled the trigger.

Blood, brain matter and bits of skull all came flying in an explosive burst after a loud bang. The pool of blood rapidly grew underneath the now-deceased Alfredo's body. "Well, that takes care of that." Bernie exclaimed. "Cannon, Koehler, go gather the masses. We have news to share." The two loyal servants hastily went to gather the underworld's fellow lords and ladies.

A short time later, a crowd had gathered outside the warehouse. Koehler and Cannon had returned to Bernie and informed him that it was time. Bernie walked outside and stood atop a soapbox, as his generation was so accustomed to.

Bernie looked around at the masses that had gathered, looking closely he saw a few familiar faces scattered about, which brought him immense joy, but he remained composed nonetheless. He motioned for Cannon and Koehler to join him, and then handed Koehler his .45 back, whispering a soft ‘Thank you.’ As he did so. Then, with everyone comfortable, he cleared his throat and began to speak.

Ladies and Gentleman gathered here today, I thank you for coming. I’m going to keep this short and sweet, as there is quite a bit of money to be made, taxes to be raised, and a fight for FREE HEALTHCARE FOR ALL! To be had, eh Squirrelly-Dan? With Chong taking up the reigns of Tyrant, I mean Godfather-Chairman, in Downtown, that left a power void here in Hollywood. With the blessing of Chong, I have taken over as Godfather of Hollywood. With my very capable hands Cannon and Koehler, I aim to continue the good work Chong started in Hollywood, and continue the rebuild of Los Angeles as a whole. My lineage has quite the long history in Los Angeles, and I look forward to seeing it prosper. That will be all for now. Thank you again.

Bernie nodded his head to the gathered masses, and called upon Koehler to assist him from the soapbox, before engaging Cannon in vigorous discussion about a remodel for the Shady Pines Retirement Home, the Oval Office he was promised wasn’t quite Oval enough.

Congratulations Bernie, on taking godfather, the second greatest achievement of your lifetime. The first being getting Koehler's lazy arse to come to the streets and announce it.

I look forward to seeing you succeed in your new role, and working with you in the future.

TOM got the invitation to attend a gathering outside a warehouse in Hollywood. He had just dropped off his date for the evening at her place. When he got the invite earlier, he knew he wouldn't get lucky today. Business first, pussy later he thought. Plenty more fish in the sea, his father told him at a young age when his parents got divorced. He told the cabby to skip traffic and take the scenic route to his destination.

"LA sure is a lovely place! How long have you been a cab driver good sir?"

The man told him he had a few years under his belt. He even mentioned driving around TOM's father back in his glory days.

"You don't say! Well thanks for the ride my man. Do you have a business card? If I ever need a ride I'll be sure to give you a call."

He tipped the man generously and walked towards the entrance of the warehouse. He was suppose to meet Chong here, but he was nowhere to be found. TOM figured with all the moving lately Chong was probably still busy with the paperwork. 

He saw a crowd gathering around a soapbox. On it was Bernie. 

"Damn old man! You'd be careful now OK?! Those hips don't lie and we don't want you to fall and break something..."

Chong, Albino, Puppy and the others gathered around the soapbox. A new GodFather was in town. The old man did it, he took his rightful seat at the table. 

"Congratz you old geezer! Well deserved!"

It's good to see so much productiveness and what I perceive as cohesiveness among Los Angeles, especially with the cities recent troubles. Seems a strong criminal outfit is finally returning to the West Coast! 

Congrats Godfather Bernie, I'm sure you will fit in great in Hollywood! 

Mortician had a rough few days in his stinky smelly basement with all these dead bodies all over the place.. he was just eating a sandwich when someone knocked on the door and dared to interrupt him. It was one of his bodyguards sticking head out behind the door..

"Erm.. boss, I've got some news for you, I think you wanna hear them."

Mortician mumbled something, took a last bite from his sandwich and walked outside.

"What is it so urgent, god damn it, I have a lot of work to do." He was a little pissed as always.

"Bernie, the boss, his a Godfather of Hollywood. We just got the news." 

Mortician knew exactly what to do next, shower, new suit and a gift. He finished all that, ordered a car to be ready and off he went. It wasn't a long drive from his HQ and soon he arrived. He stepped out of the car, corrected his tie, took the gift and walked inside of the luxorious Mansion. He entered the room where Bernie was sitting. He approached the Godfather, embraced him and said:

"My dear friend Bernie, I congratulate you on this wonderful achievement, it is very well deserved. We have a seen a lot together and the last few days were really tough, but as they say, only the strongest ones make it through. Here's a little gift from me to you to show me appreciation for you. It's an honour to work with you and I believe you will do great work in Hollywood and entire Los Angeles."

Mortician shaked his Godfathers hand, kissed him on his ring and bowed his head. 

Kanzi wakes up to the noise of fireworks and a street party happening in his home town, he turns to the side of his bed and pits his slippers on the see what's going on outside, that's when he sees his very own Crew Leader Bernie being held up by the crowd. Not knowing what's exactly was happening he gets out his best suit and puts it on before leaving the house and walking down the streets, then he sees a sign "Congratulations Godfather Bernie" Kanzi checks his pockets maybe his invitation was misplaced maybe it was lost in the postal system, either way why didn't he know about it. Maybe he should have known about it and forgot all this going through his head he decides to pretend that he knew, he stops by the local shop and purchases a crate of alcohol and a pack of cigars.

Walking up to Bernie he hands over the Alcohol and Cigars 

Congratulations, you've finally made it you are now old and will be known as the Godfather of Hollywood. I'm sure you will do great, you have all the support from my self and the rest of you crew.

Kanzi decides that not he is already awake he may aswell party, he looks around and notices how drunk everyone else already is and decides he needs to catch up, he drinks 2 pints in quick succession and finds a bottle of vodka to start sipping on. After a few more drink Kanze begins throwing shapes, this is embarrassing but you can't help but to watch.

the night was a long night and an unforgettable one Kanzi returns to his room not knowing about the hangover to come......

Puppy, Fashionably late as always headed down to the Shady Pines Retirement home to go and see he old pal Bernie as a congratulations was in order he had just became the GrandFather of Hollywood I meant Godfather my apologies.

Walking into shady pines he passed all of the fossils watching TV in the lounge area whilse the care workers watched over them all like nights in shining armour, bernie had a nice place here when I get old and grey i quite like the idea of coming here to shrivel up and expire.

"Cannon my man how are you doing i heard that the old man had your working for him now doing all the heavy lifting, well thats what I would have you doing if you worked for me so i can't blame him"

Puppy knew Cannons father he was a great man and he remembered the little guy from when he used to go for a beer with his pops.

"Excuse me"

Puppy asked one of the workers

"Where abouts would I find Bernies office?"

The nurse pointed to the sign on the wall that said 'Big Man Bernies Office This Way'

"Ah my apologies I think I need a trip to the opticians"

Puppy walked off rather embarrassed of his terrible eyesight, and followed the signs to Bernies office.
As he knocked on the door of the office the door flung open bernie already had a few people in there and as puppy knocked it seemed that they were just on their way out of the room.

"Hey guys are on your way out? If so see you all later but if your wanting to stay i have brought a single malt macallan to celebrate the newly appointed Godfather i wouldn't mind sharing it with you all"

Puppy walked over to the desk where bernie was sat and reached over and grabbed 2 glasses and poured himself and bernie a whisky.

"Are you allowed whisky in a retirement home then bernie? Oh and if anyone else wants a drink help yourself im not pouring everyone one."

Puppy raised his glass to bernie.

"I remember back when you was a capo in New York when I first arrived in DabCityV2 you have come so far since then, Congratulations on becoming Godfather you deserve it mate"