Fungus exited the plane, descending the stairs to solid ground. He never trusted those machines... They were no more trustworthy in 1950 than they were in 1920 - unbelievable how popular they were becoming. But life was too busy to drive everywhere - maybe a train service could be handy... Shaking off the thought, he took in his surroundings. Finally he was back home in Chicago after his cheeky week away in Vegas, all expenses covered by Big Duck @Josie.

The week had flown by but it was time for him to return to business -   Senile  Ol' @Mikey had started forgetting to flush the toilet and even started trying to them from @TomJoad who was just attempting to maintain some order. Never a dull day in Mikey's Chicago...

"Sir - call for you." A voice interrupted his circus brain.

Fungus made his way to the nearby desk and took the receiver from the young lady, "Fungus." He paused.

His gaze held fixed for a moment, stern and cold as the voice chattered through the headset before coming to an abrupt end.

Stunned, he slowly placed the receiver down and exited.

***

It had been a long and stressful night all round, not least for those leading the cities. After a rushed debriefing with Chicago Head @Mikey, Fungus stood on the inside of The Church of Guinness entrance. He glared up at the large double doors, taking a deep breath before tightening the knot of his tie, strangling himself in the process.

This was the biggest moment of his life... He better not fuck this up. Focus, Fungus.

He took a sharp breath, inhaling and gulping down the concoction of nerves, adrenaline, excitement and fear swirling around his empty stomach.

He exhaled and barged through the large doors into the streets of Chicago. His eyes widened as he struggled to clear his throat. He'd just realised... He hated people. And crowds of people were worse... They were just good to steal from, not talk to. Better make it brief, he could see at least three watches begging to make his cabinet.

"Good day ladies and gentleman, I'm not one for words - I won't lie, I'm kinda lazy with 'em, so let's get to the point. Obviously we saw some serious losses to this thing of ours last night and that's left us at a significant shortage of beds to put aspiring mobsters in. Mikey's recognised the problem and has arranged for some Chicago funds to be invested back into the community. At the official request of Mikey, I'll be stepping out from under his wing and founding a new Headquarters in The Loop, Chicago under his guiding hand and mentorship. I appreciate everything he and the family have done for me and am very excited to take on this next opportunity with everything he's taught me."

Fungus turned to look at @Mikey, "I won't let you down, Bossman. You know it already, I know you know it already... But let's be clear, dear friend of mine. It doesn't matter what HQ I sleep in... You move, I move. Always one unit." He nodded.

Mikey pats Fungus on the shoulder, a prideful smile stretched across his face.

"I know you won't, that's why I picked you my friend. You have my full trust and confidence. And I'm very very proud of you."

Mikey extends his arm around Fungus, pulling him beside him as he steps forward to address the crowd,

"Our fungal friend here is an unusual fellow, let's be sure of that - but I know he's exactly the expansion we need here in The Loop. Between us here and @TheWanderingJew in South Side, I am excited to see our future."

Seemingly from nowhere, Mikey is swinging round a pint of Guinness raising a toast, 

"To Chicago!"

Fungus reaches into his pocket and shovels a small handful of mushrooms from his stash into his mouth. Smacking his dry lips as he forces the last of them down, he rasps,

"Thank you, Mikey. I aspire to prove you right." Fungus holds in a dry choke.

"That's it... There'll be a party. If you're invited, great - I look forward to seeing you there. If you're not, learn to network... You're letting your family down."

Fungus turned toward his idling car when a few voices began to chatter, followed by one calling out, "What about the crew name?!"

He turned to face the crowd once more, raising an eyebrow, "Crew name? This ain't a clubhouse meeting. Weren't you listening? Get out there and network. I'm all out of spoons, feed yaselves ya lazy bastards..." Fungus shook his head, muttering and chuckling as he wandered off to his car.