"As the plane touches the blacktop, I glance out my window at the city of brotherly love.  This city was just like ever other he'd seen over the past couple of days, bunch of old school gangsters running around talking about the old days."

Only the strong will survive in a town like this, eventually the old will be out and the new will move right in on their territory.  So I grab my suitcase and head toward the exit.  "Staring down at my watch, I raise my hand to hail a cab".  

Its time for evolution.

"Upon reaching my destination, overcharged from the taxi".

I take a seat in front of a cafe' and open a fresh newspaper, "Whats there to get into in this town"

"Reaching into my pocket realizing I'm out of smokes.  Anyone got a Light?"

Replay notices Peter pull out a cig only to watch him realize he had no lighter. Replay hears him ask outloud if anyone had a light, and so Replay approached him.

"Hey there mate, I have a light."

Replay hands Peter the lighter.

"How's it going? The name is Replay by the way."

"With a nod, I stand to shake the hand of the stranger"

Good-Evening, I'm new in town an was looking to make some contacts.  You seem like a man of prestige and influence, may I ask your name?

"Lights the cig and puffs, feeling more at ease."

"You seem like a man of prestige and influence"

"man of prestige and influence"

"prestige and influence...."

Kal-El couldn't help but hear those words as he was walking by, and it rang in his ears. If only he had those qualities, but like many things, good things come to those who wait. He also heard Peter say he wanted to make some contacts. Kal-El was a friendly guy. And if he knew anything about anything, it was figuring out that connections in this life would get you further than having a band of enemies.

"The name is Kal-El. I'm the most handsome man in all the land. Arrogant? No. How can this be arrogance when it's common knowledge? No one seems to disagree anyways."

And Kal-El was right. No one dared question his handsome. As Peter looked at Kal-El, he could see beams of light from the sky shine upon him. Was he Jesus? Heavens no! He was Kal-El though.

After looking at the two for a few good minutes Tamo comes out from the crowds and silently approaches Kal-El

"Hey Kal. Who's this then?"

Tamo offers his hand to the stranger.

"You just off the boat then? Or did you take a flight here? either way, good to meet you, I'm fresh of the boat here too."

"What are you looking for around here? Oh and don't worry 'bout Kal-El. Don't point out anything, just nod and smile. That always works around here."

Tamo sees Kal-El basking in the sunlight looking bliss, enjoying the shaft of light reflecting from the window. He grins at Kal-El.

"...And our Lord did send thy prophet down, heralded by his handsome looks and a shaft of sunlight coming from the heavens. Art thou the most handsome man in the world? Will thee bring peace and expel unsightliness from our world?"

Tamo laughs lightly.

Commander Red was walking through the Philadelphia when he noticed Captain Yellow sitting there reading a newspaper and smoking while three apparent gangsters stood around him. He stopped at a lampost across the street and nodded his head at Captain Yellow giving him a small indication of a smile.

General Blue happened across the ever growing gathering in the Streets.

"What's going on here?"

Moving through the crowd he seen the face of a young man he recognised, a man in his 'employ'.   A small sense of satisfaction came over him, many had always claimed that the streets were dead, that it was only the same faces who would speak out, however this young man had went out and made his own voice known.

"It's always good to see somebody within the crew ready to make a real name for themselves."

Genocide appears around a corner and spots a fresh faced young man standing in the street talking to some familiar faces while smoking a cigarette  He does not recognize the young man's face though. Curious he marches straight towards the stranger, He over hears the group speaking and learns the new man's name is peter. He continues to walk towards the young man, stopping inches from him. Stood almost nose to nose with peter Genocide reaches up to his gas mask and wipes the shaded lenses so he can better see the young man. Genocide look's peter up and down for a moment before beginning to speak.

You're not wearing a mask?

You're smoking!?

My dear boy, Does the pollution seeping into your lung's not concern you!?

Genocide put's his hand's on his head and let's out a huge sigh....

Madness, Absolute madness. 

Genocide turns heel and strides away wafting puff's of smoke out of his face muttering about the ozone layer and air pollution.

"Putting down my newspaper and flicking my cig towards a patrolling pig"

Its an honor to meet you all, from the largest to the small.  "Then turning to acknowledge his associates in the background", a special thanks to those who put faith and trust in me to bring respect to my families name. "Tilts hat towards Yajirobe and Freddy."

After shaking the hands of all and having a ozone/pollution fanatic question him about his smoking habits, it was time for business.

As many of you know, we mafioso's run these streets.  I'm a small time guy from a little town called Savannah, LA, but my team is strong and making partnerships are the building blocks of starting a corporation.  Genocide was right about something, there is a pollution going on in these streets.  It's called disorganization and its a highly contagious pollutant. Like I said before, I'm just a young guy off the plane this morning.  But I'm burning inside with the desire to come together and make big things happen.

"Pulls out a contact card and places it onto the cafe' table top."

I would love to do business with you guys sometime, I see tons of power moves for the future. 

"Bids farewell and walks away after Genocide"

Excuse me sir, Can I trouble you about your comments?  Were you speaking literally or metaphorically? "Scratching my head"

"Looks back at the crowd, who seems puzzled" 

Did any of you have questions for me?

A long black limo pulls up next to Peter and a door suddenly opens.. out comes 10 beautiful women and then Striphe emerges from the smoke filled limo.. smiling as he gets out escorted by hand by a beautiful model he stepped out and stretched a bit

Peter my friend how are you?

You know I always considered myself one of those old school mafiso.. but we must change and adapt to our current world as change never stops and we must stay consistent in our business. I guess its tough for a old dog to learn new tricks but not impossible! I myself need some new connections around these streets and across the nation to increase income and political allies.. I mean its a tough world out there and a lot of crime families and mobsters coming off the boat daily.

He extends his hand and gives Peter a good handshake.. offering him  one of his women at the same time..

While he waited for Peter to choose one of his fine ladies he unwrapped one of the finest cigars made and placed it inside of his mouth.. tasting the sweet southern taste

As Freddy walks away from the crowd he hears some screaming and commotion.  Quickly turning back he sees Peter on the floor, blood running from his head.  His instincts tell him to look around, check if there is a gunman, but all too soon he realises what has happened.

"It's a shame kid.  You could have made it big."