"Is that our guy?" The finest of Los Angeles watched the self-procaimed heir to the throne, one of the Pavanno's had resurfaced after what? A few years away from their great shores, and all this time, all this while, they had never truly caught a cat yet. 

"Calm down Moretti, after all this time, do you really think they'd find themselves this lax in their surroundings? I dare say that this little trip for the littlet Lee is something of a different breed in his family. Its why we're watching him, keeping an eye and making sure that their little family business maintains a respectable distance from the other parts of our fine city." Grunting to themselves, the two set themselves in, wait... that couldn't be right. 

Is that... FredDavis? What the fuck? The Finest of LA's FBN Division found themselves snapping shots with gusto, he was dead! HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD, what the fuck!? Wait- 

"Is that... it can't be." Breathless as he was, Salvatore Moretti watched as Johnny "Valinor" Bohannon  exited a creme Lincoln Continental flanked by Remus and Ashlyn, just what was going on!? These people were the newest residents of Downtown, Angeles, each of them fighting in a long bloodied war that signalled the return of many bloodlines. 

The shots continued to be photographed, the FBN could not even believe their eyes, these were the established "members" of La Cosa Nostra's Hell on Wheels. "Moretti, be easy, one day, we'll get them all, or, all their counterparts will either find themselves starving for their heads and wishing to be in their city. Its the way of the world, but I intend to see Valinor and Lee Jr in shackles, behind our bars." 

Senior Officer Rosevelt glanced to his partner, the young rookie who found himself apalled with his fellow Sicilians and could only join with the FBN in hunting down the infamous Pavanno's who now had the backing of the famous LA Mob, it wasn't something they truly loved, they knew in the past, the Pavanno's stuck to Philadelphia, here? With this? Business was incredibly different. 

A Pavanno was back to being subservient, as loyal as a dog to its Master, could Valinor even trust a greater family of snakes with so many stories to whisper and speak with such hidden meanings, false smiles, who knew if the man would see what others saw. 

"There he is..." Moretti barked like a dog, unneeding to sit up in his seat as the photos already were snapping off, Lee Jr, the newest associate of the social club, the one who was already making many laugh and bring himself into a position of power. 

The young Pavanno shook hands with Cemetary, another associate of the infamous crew out of LA. The two chatting as they dined on some snacks, of a chocolate variety it seemed. They spoke easily before following behind their Boss and his trusted structure of advisors and street bosses.

Was he really going to be like his grandpa and great grandpa? A menace to the streets and someone who faced more than enough infamy on his name inside La Cosa Nostra and the FBN, it was time to start their own work....

What was this? The new Family in town, and a new social club, Gomorrah... 

"Take a good look, cause soon enough, one of our own is going to be inside that place. We're taking these fuckers down, and we start with the Pavanno." Rosevelt groused out before writing down in his notepad, all the names, all the people who came here, the would be generous members of society. 

The FBN would have its due...