Ian put on a long overcoat and gave his ensemble a glance in the mirror before stepping out into the street. A family car with a familiar face was waiting to take him to the airport. Once settled on the short flight, he looked through the patchy clouds below at the passing landscape. His mind wandered to stories of the past, the great history of this thing of ours. The great achievements, the great battles, the struggle with authority, the exile, it all seemed like a thousand centuries ago now. But back to now, to this day, to this request. A favour he could not refuse. He opened a small book and started making a few notes.

The plane touched down in New York, he was met at the airport by a different family's car with another familiar face. The car drove through the broad streets and between the big buildings. The afternoon sunlight was casting giant blades of light between the tall brownstones, the flickering warmth strobed through the car as it slid softly down the steaming streets, toward the headquarters of Autocorrect. spacey's pointless death had caused a retribution that devastated Chicago. The war was settled now but the loss of spacey had left a hole in New York. Queens was a significant part of the city and it needed a custodian until young Space-pole could come of age and resume his fallen father's work. 

Entering the building he was met by Godfather Chairman Marston and his right hand man Malicious. The men exchanged sombre greetings and disappeared into the main office to tend to all the administrative necessities. When all the ledgers had been transferred and the ongoing and outstanding matters addressed, the three men walked out into the streets. Godfather Chairman Marston embraced his old friend in front of the gathered crowd. Kissing him on both cheeks he turned to the assembled.

"Our friend spacey was taken from us this day. His loss is great and leaves a huge hole where a pole should be. The only light in this darkness is that of his son, Space-pole. In time he will resume the works of his father, but until he is able this district needs leadership. I have asked this man to take on that role. He has answered my call, given up his quiet life and been willing to come here and deliver what we need. I would like you all to welcome Ian to Queens as the custodian of the district."

There was a smattering of applause and Marston gestured for Ian to say a few words. The familiar bald menace stepped forward.

"You all know me... Know how I earn a livin'."

A small grin crept across his face.

"I am honoured to be here in this fine city. A city with a great history for my family. A place very close to my heart. I will do whatever is necessary to ensure the safety of this city and our Godfather."

He prompted some more applause for the Chairman before bringing things to a conclusion.

"At this time I need to also pay all possible respect to Godfather Stiffler. For the incredible home and friendship he has shared with me. My respect and gratitude to you will be ever-present. For you and your mother. 

Now, if you will all excuse me, I have a number of matters to attend to. Thank you for your time."

"The death of MidpoinT was pointless too. Unfortunately, sometimes blood must be payed with blood. And if you think of it, it wasn't TheBeast that 'got his city killed, as everyone is saying' (my father died too and let me tell you, i was not happy about it AT ALL, specially that he died in his sleep and without knowing his GFC move), but it was spacey's shitty and impulsive action of shooting MidpoinT. That being said, congratulations and good luck on this new endeavor and lets all hope spacey's son learned something with all of this and be more toughtful than his father."