As he opened his eyes slowly the sunlight was glaring through the window directly into his face. Shaking off the couple hours of sleep he had gotten as he heard a knock on his door as he got dressed strapping his gun to his hip, rolex watch on his wrist as he took a quick peek out the window to gaze the view overlooking the streets of Detroit. There was a line of black cars parked in front of the headquarters and he could see his men positioned in a few spots around the street. The knock on his door grew louder as he walked over, opened it up and listened to his bodyguard update with him the list of dead including his leader g0d and the news of the death of the shooters. Returning to his desk he started to draft a letter to be quickly delivered across the nation.

The events of last night had left a dent across the nation and especially hit close to home. For those of you who are veterans to our streets, this is not the first time or will it be the last time something like this will happen. In every ally, backroom and poker house you have people plotting and scheming on a regular.. I mean that is why they call it crime and the mafia right. Even Don JohnDutton out in New York had it spot on with something I heard him say recently "You build something worth having, someone's gonna try to take it. That's the one constant in life".

It has been an busy few last weeks for me between the hitlists and now getting the permit approvals for a new headquarters here in Detroit because of the death of Don g0d. I am excited to build my operation working alongside with mobsters from across the nation, even though the construction process is pricey, lengthy and never guaranteed in the end because of shady builders. 

I would like to thank Godfather Soseki and everyone else who has given me a chance along the way while introducing my family:  

America's Most Wanted - located in Bricktown, Detroit. 

He signed and sealed the letter before handing it to his bodyguard to be delivered. The bodyguard walked down the long hallway located in the headquarters, their footsteps could be heard on the polished fine wood as they quickly walked off to deliver the letter to mobsters across the nation. You could see the man jump into a waiting limousine and ride off into the sunset.