Desmand walked down the main road in North Side, it was a lot quieter than it had once been. Or perhaps in older age he just didn't notice the same things he once did whilst rising from the bottom to one of the Mafia's oldest and strongest powerhouses. He took the familar route and found himself in Genocide's office. He'd been his loyal and faithful underboss for a very long time now and what he was about to say was going to very much be a bitter sweet moment. 

Genocide jumped up as Desmand entered and shook his hand before offering him the red leather seat in front of him. Even after all this time he was still as polite and respectful as the first day they had met. He smiled as he thought back to a young Genocide, worried that his fathers transgressions might see him into an early funeral too. Quite the opposite, Desmand applauded his openess and honesty and quickly trusted him with more and more responsibility eventually honouring him with his own crew, The Cartel. 

"Drink, Boss?"

Desmand snapped back to the present, and nodded before taking a seat whilst Genocide prepared the drink. He took a sip and paused before speaking. 

"You've been more then I ever expected Genocide and for that I thank you. You showed me what putting my trust in someone new can actually reward me with and for that I thank you."

Desmand took a small box out of his pocket and gave it to Genocide. It was one of the same cigars he gave Silvio and Cristian when they want on pastures new, Genocide immediately knew what this meant. 

"I think it's time for you to spread your wings and run your own district, I have ear marked Black Bottom as a place that needs some guidance. What do you say?"

Genocide was lost for words and Desmand took that as a yes. He embraced him and toasted to the future before offering a lighter to Genocide to light their cigars.   

It wasn't too long before the word was spread. Genocide was going to be the Godfather of Black Bottom in Detroit.
Genocide was there for Johnny, whenever he needed it. He knew what Geno was capable of. He immediately took his coat and rushed to the -soon to be- old office. As he walked in, he noticed Desmand having a smoke with his boss. He stayed out of the room and waited for those two to finish their talking.

As soon as Desmand decided to leave, Johnny politely greeted his former Godfather. He didn't have the honor to speak to him in person, but if Geno had that much respect for him then Johnny had the same respect. They exchanged some formal words and then Desmand went on his way.

As soon as Desmand left off, Johnny went inside the office and in a moment of joy, he hugged his boss..

"Congratulations Boss.. You are far more worthy than is needed to take that position. I'll be there with you till my breath stops!"

Moments passed in a somewhat moved scenery.

Congratulations Genocide! Wish you the best of luck in Detriot.