Wendigo walked through the gate at LAX and sat down for a moment to gather his thoughts. Opening his briefcase he found an envelope addressed to him and a half eaten bag of chips. Opening the letter it read, "Wendigo, you're need to carve out a new chapter in Las Vegas. The Strip is yours." Wendigo signed and rubbed his temples, not looking forward to yet another flight. He folded the letter back up and placed it back in his briefcase while looking out of the window of the airport. 

DeadlySpike was dead that was for certain... Getting up he made his way to the desk and asked for a First-Class ticket to Las Vegas. With so much to do, so many calls to make... As if this day wasn't long enough as it was... Wendigo lit a cigarette and then disappeared into the crowd to begin his journey.

Hours later, Wendigo stood outside of a casino in Las Vegas thinking of what he'd name this outfit... Something decent... Something catchy... "Sin City Sinners?.... Nah... Sin City Animals?.... Nope.... The Sin City Syndicate.... Hmmm.... Yeah... That'll do..." Wendigo nodded to himself while smoking his cigarette as he made his way into the entrance of the casino he would soon make his crew headquarters.

I wanted this to be the Full Chub Elite. We're all disappointed. Wendigo tastes like Pepsi. You must address your Sins! 

Congratulations.