Jaws_II returns from the funeral of his father.  Nobody else was there.  Sad.  He walks to the Streets and begins to talk...

"Friends, today is a day of no small jubilation.  For today is the day when an historic wrong was corrected, and a contemporaneous nonsense redressed.

It has been a long, long time since a man named LostBoy was killed.  His death precipitated the bloodiest writing competition ever staged, and his son received a prize, despite not entering a competition that the prize was for.  Associates of the late, great Mr_Keating killed LostBoy's son, and issued a decree that four generations of the LostBoy's would die for their patriarch accepting a dead man's prize.

Our intelligence sources told is that Darkklay was the grandson of LostBoy.  So we killed him.  We may have spared him, but he was in Mark's crew, and Mark is our second top PRIORITY TARGET.

We will find, and kill, Darkklay's son.  And then it's over.  The decree, I mean.

RIP Darkklay.  If you had a different father and leader, you might still be alive.  

Next, we come to @HuckleBerryFinn.  Our PRIORITY TARGET.

We had him bang to rights.  He was tracked to Detroit, and the time was right.  He was about to be taken out, despite his legendary sense of humour.  But then, our intelligence operatives sighted Darkklay.  We had another hit team assigned to HBF, and took out the wouldbe Consigliere and grandson of a prize thief.

Some may say that HuckleBerryFinn is still alive.

BUT IS HE?

He died a thousand times on the flight out of Chicago, the cowardly buffoon that he is.  But we had a hit-team ready to go, but we couldn't find HuckleBerryFinn.  And so, we killed a member of Mark's crew who had a name somewhat similar to Huck's: Huck; @Huncho - they're almost the same person.  Except Huncho died like a real mafiosa, not a snivelling cowardly scumbag like HBF.

The attacks on Mark's crew will continue, and intensify.  We wish to make it absolutely clear that Illuminatiated is not our target.  He is without doubt the finest leader in this thing of ours at the moment, and although he murdered my father having agreed duel terms with him, this is the first time we have ever heard of him not delivering on a commitment.  So, to be clear, our vendetta is not against Chicago, it is against Mark, and the great-grandson of the Prize Thief, LostBoy.

Finally, I'd like to add that whilst I have appeared as representative of an as yet unnamed underground group that killed the equivalent to a Godfather in just over an hour, I wish to be treated the same as anyone else.

I'm looking for a home.

To my former friends in Detroit - well, the calls for my father to be given a bold suit were ignored LOUD enough for me to have ringing in my ears.  And the noise had to stop.  It was painful.  My father was a dedicated athlete, but was passed over.  And over.  Boat drinks, in any case.

It has been some time since the rattle of gunshots echoed in this thing of ours. 

You're welcome.

After hearing a man speak to himself leaving the funeral of Jaw, Jarrick followed and listened to what he said.

"Unfortunately you have a piece of that puzzle wrong. The man your father shot last, Huncho, was not a member of Mark's crew but instead a member of mine. I am sorry that your fathers version of events were not correct."