Quetzalcoatl regularly visited her friends in Las Vegas, Nevada. She always did this with great pleasure because the people of Las Vegas were always friendly and hospitable. She really couldn't count on her fingers how many invitations she had received lately for a party, dinner or just a quiet drink in the city of Sin. Which when granted some spare time in her busy schedule, she replied yes to a missive sent from a few people she was close with before packing a bag and heading off.  

Upon her arrival in the Strip of Las Vegas, she realized almost immediately that something about the city had changed. Quetzalcoatl went to Daiquiri, whom she wanted to congratulate on her promotion, which was one of the main reasons for her visit to Nevada. Daiquiri looked a bit stressed and thus Quetzalcoatl asked her what was wrong. 

Daiquiri started to tell Quetzalcoatl the story of what exactly was the cause of her distress. 

These days in August were black days for the inhabitants of Las Vegas. The family members of the ParadiseCL crew had conducted an experiment in the laboratory at the centre of The Strip, Las Vegas. These would-be-scientists had arrived in Las Vegas a few days ago.

At first, the experiments did not seem too bad, but as the days went on, the experiments became more and more intense. Until the moment that they went too far. 

All the ingredients were put in a pot and then everything would start to mix and bubble. Unfortunately, the person who had to take care of the quantities of ingredients had forgotten his glasses at home that morning. And he had no spare glasses in the lab. 
And that's where it went wrong.

Too much gunpowder was added to the mixture, which resulted in an explosion.

In itself, everything was not too bad. The only people present in the lab were the complete crew of ParadiseCL, who managed to get to safety by quickly fleeing the lab. 

Once outside, however, they were met by the residents and visitors of Las Vegas and taken under fire. Their presence in Las Vegas was not wanted. Of course, the crew of ParadiseCL refused to allow this and fired back at those who had showed up. But thankfully the natives to Las Vegas, and their friends had loyal bodyguards that bravely stood and took the shots, protecting their bosses. 

After a few hours, the dust clouds that surrounded the building after the explosion had dissipated. A brave and courageous man went to check out the total damage. He had approached the building within a few metres when an arm suddenly appeared above the debris. The arm began to swing wildly around to push the debris away.

"We have a survivor", the man shouted, and immediately the residents started walking towards the ruins. They were amazed when not one person stood up, but a group of 50 people stood in front of them and started shooting at them. Their leader was in front and the residents saw a similarly dressed man walking towards the leader. 

"Do you think you can take us down so easily? Just look around you. We have found the formula for cloning ourselves. What you see before you is a clone of myself, ParadiseCL, called ParadiseCL_ So you do not have 50 invaders, you now have 100."

ParadiseCL continued his story.

"The experiment actually went best here in Las Vegas. The clone crew is in the same district. In other cities, this has failed somewhat and the clone crews are in other districts. But that doesn't make us less happy. We wish you the best of luck in the fight to bring us down."

With these words the two leaders left in the direction of Summerlin to look for new targets. 

All the inhabitants of Las Vegas were shocked. They had never seen this before. But they did not have much time to think about it. The two crews started attacking their bodyguards again. Fortunately, a good plan had been made by the leaders of Las Vegas to eliminate the assailants. Everyone knew what to do, picked up their weapons and started to eliminate the assailants.

Quetzalcoatl listened to the conclusion of the tale, and without hesitation realized she could help. Pulling her gun out she said, "The drink can wait, we have work to do" to Daiquiri.

A spraycan from MeeMawzz kitchen appears in the young Made man's right hand. Starboard side? Fuck. Did you check the kids forearms? Oh shit, his forearms are evenly toned? Piss in my ass, FartBarf was in a sea of idiotic peas. Mee'Maws purple thoughts crossed the intersection of his mind before he spray paints on a wall.

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With the city of Las Vegas under duress, Quetzalcoatl was right in what she said to Daiquiri. There really was much work to do and boy was it a big task. The invasion of The Twin leaders, PardiseCL and PardiseCL_ and their goons was not going to be an easy mission to defeat. A hundred men in total for them to battle and their protectors.

Soon enough, the war was under way and more help started to fill the streets of Las Vegas. They had come from many cities to help. The hired bodyguards was dropping like flies from both sides. The dead body count was beginning to heavily pile up. This, was before any of The Twin leaders family members have died. 

Finally, the death of the first ganster and then a second and more. Morale was building, the adrenaline was pumping through the viens of the fighters as the war waged on. People running from place to place to take cover between shots as they occassionally updated one another where a potential target was. Noone had time to simply take a breath. It was keep focus at all times.

Las Vegas families had to reshuffle their leadership roles to show its strengths. The loss of Godfather twigs had hit them hard. A random being rogued and took him out. He saw his opportunity to kill him while he could, while the streets of Las Vegas was in pure chaos.

People had to pause for a little while to deal with that. Daiquiri had to set up her own headquarters to take on the family, to ensure they had a roof over their heads. They were in shock, but the war of the city wasn't going to stop to allow time to mourn. Once the rogue was dealt with and casted aside, they soon got themselves back into the war against The Twins. They couldn't give up, it not what Godfather twigs of wanted.

Time was passing, more bodies were dropping. Daiquiri felt proud of what, at first, seemed like an impossible task and how people had banded together to get it done. The leaders of Las Vegas and their families sure knew they were privialigaed to have so many they could call friends. 

Eventually they were down to the last 10 or so to fight. Daiquiri had managed to catch back up with Quetzalcoatl and her own left hand man Void. They both were looking as she felt, exhausted. "So many bodies, Just what are we going to do with them all?" she asked, as she looked around the streets of Las Vegas. 

The Twin Leader menace had been a tough bunch. Enthousiastic as ever ParadiseCL's goons and their clones came crawling out of the woodworks left right and center to pop off shots at the proud denizens of Vegas. It was only last night that Void had gotten intel delivered to him by his private reconnaissance team that yet another strategic movement of armed forces had been sighted.

The aforementioned recon team was previously stationed at strategic locations around town to make sure no 12th Street Public Toilet embassies were set up by Detroit Athletes in Vegas, being out of work due to a recent tragedy they now came in handy to covertly keep tabs on the forces of ParadiseCL and friends.

What would the Twin Leaders be referred to now that a third team had materialised? The Trouble Trio? The Three Musketeers? The Tormenting Tribulation Triplets? A title containing so many words starting with the same letter in a row would've been sure to make the late BBB (god rest his soul) proud.

Void sighed. "If only Ace Detective SherlockHolbbs hadn't gone missing under mysterious circumstances... He would've been able to predict all of this."