After spending most of the day stealing wheel nuts from the local cars and randomly shouting Calm down, Calm down for not many reasons at all, Craven returned back to the HQ to inform the boss how the crew had been getting on for the day. The pair of them sat back and began talking about the number of wheel nuts the crew had stolen and decided that indeed.... the locals are now calm.

The drinks began flowing and they were soon joined by DeadLikeDead after his trip to Philly. The three of them were talking about the next few days plans and which businesses were due to be collected from. Whilst Craven began flaking the dead skin off the bottom of his feet, Space-to-the-pole slammed his fist into his desk and shouted. “Well I guess we had better actually talk about something important instead of this day to day crap. We need to expand our foothold in the great city of New York and the only way we can do this is to setup a new crew.” Craven stopped scrapping his flaky feet and glanced over to DeadLikeDead, who.... wasn't actually looking like he was dead. “So what's your thoughts then boss? I'm sure we can get this sorted pretty quickly and we have some very hard working guys waiting to make this family stronger.” Craven replied and awaited for the boss to respond. The room went quiet for a few seconds and then Space-to-the-pole replied, “I mean... I don't know why your asking. You should know by now I'm gonna be sending you. As much as we love your hard work and efforts.... people just aren't calm when your telling them to calm down! I mean look at those damn feet!!” The three of them burst into laughter. DeadLikeDead got up from his seat and began to pour the three of them another whiskey. He passed the drinks around, raised his glass and said, “To Craven, and the ever growing influence of the scouse empire!” Space-to-the-pole and Craven both joined in with raising their glasses. “Boss, it would be my honour! And I'll be honest, that damn lylithe has covered my desk in that much glitter that I'm more than happy to move out before cleaning it up!” Craven chuckled as he took a sip of his whiskey. “Then it's decided. Give it a bit of thought who you want going with you. I know you will have already found the perfect place for you to setup your little demon freak area.” The three of them then went on and drank the night away. Laughing and enjoying their last night together in the hq. Tomorrow would be a busy day but tonight they were going to relax and get drunk.

The following morning, Craven awoke with one hell of a hangover. He knew he needed to shake this off quickly as he had to go and claim his spot for his new hq. After sticking his face into a bucket of freezing cold water, he made his way outside to the car awaiting him. They flew down the road and quickly arrived at his chosen location. He shook hands with the landlord and exchanged papers. He was now the owner of his own place. Turning to the crew members that had arrived with him, he announced, “Since my rebirth, it seems only right for The Damnation to also be reborn!” He turned back to the front of the building, looking like a proud father. Now all he needed to do was to find a way of stopping the locals from stealing the cars wheel nuts...