Cyrus walks out to main street Black Bottom. Looks around at the intersection listening to life coming back to this part of Detroit. Draws a cigar out of his coat pocket, lights it and takes a puff before he looks towards his faithful bodyguard. Lets do it! Its time...and its starting to get cold. Cyrus's men put down some ply wood and put together a elevated stage. As soon as its ready Cyrus hops on and takes one more puff of his cigar. 

I want to thank you all for coming out here today to listen to me, my vision for this district as we try to revitalize the mob here. Its not been long since I was given the responsibility to run Black Bottom and in time, with the help of our friends from the rest of the country we've been able to lay the first brick here in Black Bottom. My crew is full and filled with great mafioso's, and with room running out I have to auth someone to help shelter the new blood. Who will this next person be? Ill be a little more original...I'm a convict, I like to give new faces a chance, lets cause some more ruckus! Shall we?!?!  

Cyrus jumps off the stage takes a puff of his cigar and points to one of the young mobsters in his crew. You! Wanna run a family? Think your up for it? Cyrus turns around and looks at another member from the crew. Think you got what it takes to be a leader?!?! Cyrus jumps back on the stage and takes the last some puffs of his cigar before he speaks again. 

My vision for this district is cornerstone experienced players helping build new blood. I like to think of old blood as the beams and the new blood being the structure being built. I will auth TWO not one but two auths in the next some days. The reason being, I will auth one experienced player and one player that is new to being a Crew Leader. Were going to start both of them off with 20 man crews, as time goes on and they need additional space, I will authorize the expansion of their HQ's. I love everything in life in variety. Pulls a different type of cigar from his coat, looks at the buildings on the block in different architecture, looks at the ladies on the street smiling...Everything! So thats what I want to offer at Black Bottom variety. I will give you different flavors, variations of leadership, different flavors in RP, and revitalization of the Business Districts. And god willing a printing press....aggressive, hell why not! Starting from the bottom, might as well reach for the sky's. This isn't the stone ages...we ain't reinventing the Gutenberg press. 

Cyrus fixes his coat and take a couple of more puffs of his cigar. Then takes a sip from this water bottle placed next to him. Then turns and looks to the crew members looking at him, the young thugs waiting for housing to make something of themselves. My vision for this city is to allow the mob to have a place where you can hone all the aspects of this world. I want you to be able to fly into Det, get off a airplane, pickup a copy of the publications at the airport, take the shady limo from here to The Drake hotel, conduct your business. Then head to the pier for some drinks, maybe hit some restaurants, maybe some entertainment and right back to that air charter. And on your way out don't forget to pickup the "Shooting Stars Magazine" makes for a great read.

And if you plan to stay, well expect a array of leadership...Black Bottom is going mobby again! Im taking 8 Mile back...only this time were doing it 8 miles HIGH!!!  

Cyrus tips his hat to the onlookers. Thank you all for coming out. Turns around and walks back into this HQ.

Tupac applauds.

I have a few people in mind who i expect will be chosen. Whether or not they are the new faces of Detroit we will have to wait and see. This family since joining it is amazing. I have really enjoyed working with CyrusTheVirus and the whole clan. Good luck to whoever is used to better our city.

Cheyenne's neck was starting to hurt from arching back, looking up 8 miles high. Her eyes glancing over at Cyrus, she looked back up and then lowered her head down. She wasn't a fan of being off of the ground, she knew the earth very well, but the sky was another matter. Even though she prayed and praised the spirits, she feared the sky and flying.

Gulping, she swallowed her fears and gave a small smile. Cyrus had explained to her what was going on and where they were headed with his district, but it was taking him a while to get used to talking slower than normal to her. Her English was getting better, but she would miss certain words that were important when he rushed.

Taking in all that he said to the crowd, her stomach began to fill with butterflies. She felt excited for what was up and coming.

"This district is ready! We will paint with all the colors of the wind..."