Life went on for Toby. He was living the high and fast life he always dreamt of, well sometimes at least. Life working the street was never safe, but it sure paid well.

Toby was standing in front of Sammy's desk, wait to hear why he'd been called up so late at night.

"Alright Boss. You got me here, so what's so important."

Sammy stood up from his chair and turned to face the window.

"I'm making a move on the Godfather. He will be dead tonight and I will be taking over.

Toby looked shocked, but before he could respond WildTurkey entered the office.

"Everything is ready Boss," He clucked.

"Good." Turning to face Toby. "Toby, I want you to meet my new Underboss. You'll be working very closely with him over at your new HQ."

Toby turns and shakes the Turkey's hand.

"Congratulations Sir. You'll make a good addition to the city."

WildTurkey clucked madly and ran around the office.

"We've been discussing it Toby, ever since I brought you into the Family all those years ago you have proven to be true asset. You'll be given a leadership role in the new crew."

Toby was elated. His face beamed. Toby finally made it up to the big times.

"Now as I'm sure you can imagine, with your new role you'll need to put in real work. No more sitting around doing nothing, if you need to think about it that's okay."

Toby shuffled uneasily. Is this really what he wanted his future to be? Toby sat down for a moment to consider his options.

After a few minutes had passed, Toby stood up.

"Yes, I think I'm ready to take the next step."

Sammy makes some drinks at his bar and raises his glass.

"To new beginnings."

WildTurkey raises his glass and clucks.

"To a fresh start."

Toby raises his drink.

"To moving forward."

The three men continued to celebrate their new roles in New York long into the night.