"ALBINO!!" The Fuhrer's Chongfather's voice echoed from the front door of Raskalz HQ.

Albino rolled over in his bed, his eyes still glued together from his much needed sleep.

"ALBINO!!" @Chong bellowed a second time.

"For fu... I thought I'd get more peace when I left for Pasadena." Sleepy Albino muttered to himself. "What is he even doing here? I thought @Noctis did all his work these days..."

A thudding begun to ascend the stairs. "Albino!"

"Yes, boss?" Albino half-heartedly responds out rolling his eyes. He begins pulling himself out of bed and to his feet. Chong barges in the room, "You're still sleeping?!"

Albino stretched his arms out, still fully clothed from the night before. "I haven't seen my bed all week, we had some catching up to do."

"Well, I'm glad you've had a 'kip' - you better start packing. I'm sending you to Chicago. Permanently."

Albino's eyes shot open. Now immediately awake and fully alert, he dashed out of the door. It had been a week of Hell. He'd barely managed more than 3 hours sleep at a time and the constant conflict had started to take it's toll. He couldn't believe it himself but even he had grown sick of war. Now was the time for peace - peace and prosperity.

"WE'RE GOING TO CHICAGO!" Now his voice echoed throughout the HQ. He ran around the building banging on doors. Full of glee and excitement like a child on Christmas morning, he stopped and hammered on @Gertrude's door.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!" He continued hammering the door. "Wake up, WAKE UP!!"

The door opened and a grumpy face appeared, "What?!" Gertrude exclaimed.

"It's time! Remember that favour...?" Albino chucked her a wink. "You said..." He was interrupted.

"I know what I said!" Gertrude sighed. "Fine. But I'm having South Side."

Albino threw his arms around her before skipping back through the HQ.

* A few hours later...

A car pulled up in The Loop - two burly men exited, one carrying a bag. A pale, smaller figure appeared from behind them - a huge, silly grin plastered across his face and an excited spring in his step. The three of them made their way towards a nearby wall. The bodyguards cleared the area of civillians and handed Albino the bag. He rattled around inside before pulling out a spray can. Giving it a hard shake, he began spraying on the wall.

Ages had passed and a huge crowd gathered. 'Oohs' and 'aahs' of amazement were heard throughout the gathering as he added detail to his artistic masterpiece. It was official - Raskalz had tagged The Loop and now it was theirs. He turned to the audience, raising his hands which were now smothered in pink paint, he quiets the crowd.

"Ladies and gentleman, thank you all for coming. It has happened - Chong is finally sick of us. It wasn't enough for him to kick me out of his HQ and district, but now he has decided to evict us from Los Angeles entirely! Raskalz have claimed The Loop territory as their own."

He waved his arms around, showcasing the beautiful graffiti on the wall.

"We will also be setting up families in North Side and South Side - every good war strategist knows it's wise to keep a buffer around them!" He chuckled.

"Please do take the time to admire the amazing artwork, leave your tips with Big Bernie the Bodyguard."

Gertrude stood at the back of the crowd so Albino couldn't see her muttering profanities under her breath and kicking a few pebbles that were just minding their own business. Gathering herself before she went to meet his nibs she called TomRawrdy and asked him to get her a little pick-me-up.

TomRawrdy always knew what she needed and she never questioned what he put in it. After finishing her tonic she composed herself and headed in Albino's direction. Immediately, a feeling of wellness was creeping over her and by the time she reached Albino she felt less like kicking him in the nuts for making her do work.

Well look at you! Gertrude reached to embrace Albino and as she did she pinched his ribs. He didn't wince, knowing he was going to have to do some sweet talking in the very near future. I'm so proud of you, my dear boy. It is of course my pleasure to be invited to take over South Side, Chicago. Much has to be done to repair this fabulous city and The Col Cannons are ready for action!

Gertrude called upon the little urchin Jono to bring forth the gift for Albino. Forth he came but he brought a bin lid full of fish heads instead of the lovely Irish whiskey she had prepared. Sighing, Gertrude looked at Albino, rolled her eyes and said...You just can't get the staff these days...

Trevor was late to congratulate albinos move to the loop but he had been very busy after just getting back to the states but anyway enough about Trevor this was about albino he had taken over the Loop but well personally i always thought he was a little bit loopy so it suited him very well and when I think of it on a grand scale of things I couldn't think of anyone better to run the Loop in Chicago he did a great job in Pasadena but well he just outgrew the role that was there for him so he moved onto bigger things in Chicago.

Walking through the streets of chicago Trevor was just in time even though very late he made it to the end of albinos speech something about artwork from what he could hear from the back of the crowd Trevor walked around the side he knew most of the Raskalz and albinos personal security so he was able to go and see the big man of chicago himself.

"Well you've made it albino and a congratulations is in order your and your merry band of Raskalz will do great things in chicago and with all of your artistic abilities I hope you will be able to paint the streets in something other than red, and with that said you want to go for a beer and a cigar?"

This is starting to sound like the place is setting up to be a great city. Good luck to you Mr. Albino and the Raskalz! I hope you are able to build the city up.

This was stupid, it was quite possibly the dumbest thing that she had ever done. But a bet is a bet, and Charlie wasn't one to go back on her word, even if she hadn't quite realized that the humiliation to follow was not worth it. But here she was, making her way to the streets, bumping into people and letting out a muffled shout of "I'm sorry!" every few feet. She couldn't see from inside the costume, could barely breathe and was not aware that she had apologized to at least six lamp posts, thinking them people Charlie assumed everyone around was a right arse when it came to manners. 

The sound of a crowd got louder, and thus she headed closer. Still bumping into people she continued shouting her apologies, occasionally shoving a person back when they got a bit too rude, but eventually she assumed she was close enough to where Albino was so she could congratulate him. "My friends, you have picked a winner here." the voice of Charlotte said. Grateful that no one could see her, as she was quite sweaty and red in the face, she carried on. "This man can boogie, this man KNOWS." she nodded before realizing that was pointless, "I'm nodding!" she shouted, so people would understand the pause. "Congratulations Albino," Charlotte said, and then with a wave she awkwardly turned around and arms waving in front of her yelling at people to butt out of her way, Charlotte, in a large nose costume, headed home. 

Albino's smile beamed at the sight of Gertrude. He embraced her warmly, fully expecting the sneaky dig in the ribs. "Well, don't you just look amazingly bold today!" Albino chuckled. "You know I wouldn't be here without you, so it's only right you share the pain pleasure of rebuilding this beautiful city. South Side will undoubtedly prosper under your rule." Albino chucked her a wink.

Suddenly a smell erupted, filling his nostrils. He couldn't avoid the wince this time. "What the fuck is that?" He looked at little Jono, Jono's confused face peering back at him. "I mean... That's wonderful work, Jono. Thank you very much..." Refusing to touch the abomination, he snapped his fingers for Big Bernie to take the bin lid. Albino chucked a puzzled look at a shrugging Gertrude. He leaned into Bernie and whispered, "Mail it to Trevor in Pasadena. Slow delivery - make sure it's nice and smelly when it arrives."

As he turns around to face the crowd again, he's quick to hide his mischief as he sees none other than 'Tricky Trev' coming towards him. "Ahhh, Trev!" He throws his arms around him, a brotherly embrace for the little scamp. "Thank you, thank you. You like the tag, eh?" He smugs. "A beer and a cigar sounds just perfect, my man. I've got stacks of mail back at HQ that I've been avoiding. I could easily swerve it a bit longer for you." Albino put his arm around Gertrude, "C'mon... I can't leave you out here on your own, who knows what trouble you'll cause. There's a bottle of wine with your name on it."

As the three of them make their way through the crowd, their entourage splitting the onlookers like Moses through the sea, an unfamiliar face appears to next offer their best wishes. Albino pauses in his strut, shaking hands with Loki, "Thank you, young sir. We shall certainly give it our all and if that's not enough, well... I'm sure someone will soon pop by to take my head off." He joked morbidly.

Continuing to make his way through the gathering, he discussed the recent sports with Trevor, Gertrude looking less than interested but pretending to give a fuck. The two of them were most displeased with the turnout, Gertrude giggled at their dismay. They shook their heads in disbelief before an unusual sight bumped straight into them - a walking, talking giant nose. "Oh my, is everyone okay in there?" He quizzed the large beak before looking at Trevor confused. He could hear some muttering before a louder noise exploded out of the nostril. Very keen on theatrics, he began to laugh, "I must say sweet girl, I do admire your spirit! Thank you very much for this effort, you've made my day - and thank you also for your kind words and best wishes." He chuckled some more as the face appendage bumped back through the crowd. "C'mon... I think I need that beer."