Another day, another dollar. DangerClose's plane had just landed at JFK airport in New York. He'd been ordered to visit his grandfather in the old country to make some new contacts. Import olive oil was all the rage since the war had ended, along with it being a useful vessel for other items. Customs officials were easy to bribe and we were more than happy to take advantage. It hadn't taken long but he was drained from the flight and the drive. He stopped at a corner store just outside of Philadelphia.

The rain was coming down at a steadily as he straightened his hat and entered the store. He was immediately greeted by the clerk saying "DC right? Phone for you" as he held the receiver out over the counter. How could anyone have known he was here, much less known when he would be here. This stop had not been planned. Perplexed, DC grabbed the phone, stretching the cord over the counter as much as he could.

"Get back to Philly as soon as possible. There have been developments." Click.

DC handed the phone back to the clerk and left the Coca Cola on the counter. A phone call like that meant there wasn't even time to make change. How anyone had known he was there he had no idea. But, there wasn't time to stew on it too much. In his line of work, questioning too much was just a waste of time. He got in his car and raced back to Philadelphia. 

DangerClose entered the Sack City HQ out of breath having run up the stairs and into the Boss's office. As he crested the top of the stairs he saw Godfather Balls in his study accompanied by the newly minted Don, Shoresy. DC closed the door behind him as he entered and took his position in front of the two by the fireplace.

"Things have changed. Chicago is gone and we've sent our men to colonize the city" Balls said, gazing into the fire. "I've asked our man Shoresy here to fill the vacancy in the South Philly district. He's going to need a captain to help him in the day to day running of our rackets. He's chosen you." DC stood tall and squared his shoulders as the last words were spoken. It had been a long time since his family had been given the honor of running a family. He'd read all of his ancestors journals about famous families they had successfully lead in the past. Now it was his turn to carry on the tradition. He knew what flag to fly.

"What will you call yourselves, DC?" Shoresy asked.

The Morningwood Elite

Charles stood back and waited for the crowd to get out of the streets as they walked the block to their new headquarters Charles kept beside DangerClose in case any youngin tried to make as move as they got back to their new headquarters starting to set up shop Charles took a step and hugged his new leader.

"You Know I been reading my families journal and our blood goes back a long way on these streets here and seeing the work your ancestors have put in I knew it was only a matter of time before you got your own operation in this here thing of ours. We are going to do great things here in Philly and it's an honor to be by your side."

Charles let the embrace end and quickly got back to the corners making sure his soldiers were moving the product to help the operation that was just set up moving moving smooth as can be