"This is him? The man that's going to change La Cosa Nostra? You're joking, right? We know the Pavannos, they never had the backing nor the balls to pull anything of that sort off. Its been left to the likes of Jack Mezzo, Tara Byrne, Isabella Luciano, and countless others. This guy's ancestors never even had the balls to attack a Godfather, instead, they died taking down some fucking lackeys and you think this Jr, has the balls to what, become a captain under Johnny Bohnannon?" 

Chief of the FBN LA's division, Nunzio Federico Pappalardo found himself staring down his underlings, Sal Moretti and Rosevelt Tenpenny, the two of them finally launching the foundations of an investigation into the existence and operations of La Cosa Nostra. Starting with the return of Junior Pavanno. 

"Sir, I'm trying to get you to see, with the return of the Pavannos, who knows what happens? You saw the cause of what happened last time, this man's Great Grandfather opened a fucking Casino, the Tops, which made him a very wealthy man. Hell, I'm pretty sure he has ties with the Russians, Yakuza, and various organizations out there. We do this and we bring ourselves to take them all down, look at this!" Rosevelt tossed a picture, black, and white in color as the image became clearer to Nunzio...

"That's Junior talking with Fred Davis, days before the final takedown of the alleged "Godmother" Bebe was taken down by various mobsters across the country. We've done work, and if we have to, I'll do it by myself, without department backing. Valinor is the Boss, possibly next to be on a Commission of Bosses across the country. We have twigs, Valinor, formerly one was going to be Vladimir, who is now dead. Who takes his position has been suggested to be Giorgio-Esposito, this business is a long one, but I'm willing to do the work!" Rosevelt laid out the workings, of what he believed to be the next foundations of the country's top criminals currently.

"And you think, what? Junior is going to speak with all these people? Get to know them?" Incredulous as he was, Nunzio was willing to hear the man out, if he wanted a long-term investigation, this was something that required long-term planning. A scheme or a hope that their golden goose was going to lay an equally golden nugget of shit was not something he was willing to place his bet on.

Massaging his head, Moretti watched as he nursed himself with a cigarette, puffing all the way as he listened to his superiors bicker back and forth. Something seemed to burn within him, but he waited, watched, and all the way, learned. 

"I think that knowing his bloodline, knowing the facts of what they wish and what they want, Junior is exactly like his old man. He'll talk to all of them, I already hear he's made calls to Las Vegas, discussing something of business with Daiquiri. We keep an eye on him, as they say, what's the worst that can happen? We've always wanted one of them, this is our chance, we take them all down."  Rosevelt gave his chief all that he could, a bold assumption, and knowing that Junior made calls to Las Vegas could already give way to his productive informant within Junior's circle. 

The chief stood to his feet, and walked to his board, displaying a map of the seven cities and a board of families, gone were the old and they were already in with the new. This is how they had to work, a step behind the mobsters but knowing that like a ravenous lion, they were already on the scent...

On the board were Valinor, twigs, Giorgio Espositio, Climax, TwenTone, and Gremlin. Each of them was marked as the head of a family, where they went, whatever they did, the FBN was watching. Each of their movements would be monitored, to the Bureau, this was just the start, the fall of La Cosa Nostra started here. 

"You've got your investigation, keep the focus on Junior, he'll crack first. Eventually, I'll send someone to deal with Valinor. He's going to be the one that brings the fall to the rest of them. Tell me, what does a father do, or in this case, what does a Godfather do to save his family?" The chief turned, a playful smirk danced on his lips as he found Rosevelt's eyes who too now had a smirk at his lips, one that didn't seem to bode well for the remaining heads of La Cosa Nostra. 

"He protects his family, he protects his people, whatever the means, by all costs. That's what a Godfather does." Moretti chimed in as the chief shrugged, an answer knowing to himself as he watched the boss. Finally, he moved a picture of Junior to the position of Associate, beside the likes of others like Cemetary. 

"We'll see. Start the process, and put pressure on all of them. I want them to know, that the time for subtlety has passed. Now is the time for action." A statement that led Rosevelt to snap his fingers, multiple uniforms clambered in and collected the boxes of information, putting them all in an adjacent room in which people were already working, gathering information.

The FBN was on the hunt, and who knew what would come with it...