Duplicity fell down upon her bed at her Head Quarters. She let out a huge sigh of relief and closed her eyes for a brief moment. The past few days had taken a toll on her and so many others. There had been so many bullets flying around and people falling down around her that she felt almost numb to everything. She had to be if she was going to make it through. The pain would have to be felt at a later date where she could peacefully mourn all those who had passed.

After just a few moments one of her newest members came rushing in to her room. Normally, she would be a bit surprised and upset over this, but after everything that had just happened. This was normal now.

"Duplicity! I had been out of town and just got back! What in the world happened!? Are you okay!?"

He cried out with a worrisome look on his face. Duplicity smiled and told him to have a seat. She raised herself up off her bed and looked out her window. The Head Quarters was a bit battered up and needed some paint and sanding to fix it, but it wouldn't take too much to get it back to it's former glory.

"Well, dear. I can't speak for the dead. I don't know their true reasons for what lead everyone into this. The rumor mill was flying, but you can only take what you hear from that with a grain of salt."

"We all only did our best to survive. To live and attempt to see a new day. That is what we were all really trying to achieve or at least so I thought."

Duplicity frowned a bit at the thought of Lancelot. Everyone had just worked so hard together, that for this man to insult them the way he did and talk about Chicago the way he did, he thought a little too high about himself.

"I thought we were all in it together and would work peacefully afterwards, but as the war neared an end. I quickly found out that wasn't what Lancelot had planned. Voodoo, Obstacle's under boss had she not been gunned down, and I had stood together throughout the war along with The_Hitcher, who came from Chicago. We all worked hard with the rest of the cities, such as New York, Las Vegas, Las Angeles, and Philadelphia."

"Yet, even so, Lancelot felt that Chicago wasn't pulling their weight, even more so he felt Voodoo was to blame. This came to a huge surprise to me and Voodoo. Just like the rest Voodoo had only had around 10 hours of sleep since the moment the war started. After The_Hitcher took out Alice, Voodoo was the next to remove one of our enemies, YourNextWife. I couldn't even comprehend why Lancelot found Chicago to be 'idiots', as he called us, and not doing what we should be doing."

"We found out Lancelot's ill intention toward us when one of his temporary Right Hand men saw a mail about him going to 'wipe him (him being Voodoo) anyway' after the war."

"I am not someone who just sits idle and hopes, pray's, and does a rain dance in hopes that this bit of information wasn't true. Chicago wasn't going to take such a threat lightly. So we had to act first and act first we did. Now I know there will be people who aren't happy with these actions. I encourage them to let their frustrations out into something productive, like helping the rest of this world rebuild."

"Yet, now is a time to rebuild and most of all, for us to get some very needed sleep. In the upcoming days the rest of the world will come together and figure out what we are going to do. Although, right now, we all just would like a nice break to settle in and get back into the swing of things."

Duplicity's member sat there and nodded. He knew that this was a long road ahead and that not even two weeks ago they had just started out on this leg. Now here they all were again having to restart once more on rebuilding. He had hope in his heart though, that this time it would be more peaceful as did Duplicity.

Gatsby strolls out in the middle of the street where he hears duplicity speaking about the most recent and tragic events. So many had lost some of their closest friends. So many had lost relatives and so many had lost a desire to be here. This situation has caused so much grief and people can barely cope with their own thoughts. All that work that hard work that was put in for a family that no longer exists. Gone. 

He lifts his glass and toasts the gathered as only he could do. You see Jay Gatsby was no ordinary man. In fact he was one fine specimen. He was the premier class of gentleman. He treated others with such respect and loved only one woman. He always were a suit, a fine suit. Not like some of the wise guys around here who don't know how to dress, no, Gatsby looked sexy as hell all the time. Ok enough narration lets hear Gatsby.

<font color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0)">We have experienced generations where crew leaders would not offer explanations of recent events to the cities that </font>experienced<font color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0)"> war. With Obstacle trying to reel that back into a normal thing i am grateful that you kept it a renewed tradition and took a moment to share with us the reason why so many of us had put our life on the lines and fought. </font>

Gatsby raises his champagne even higher and nods his head like the sexy beast he is.

To you Duplicity and To the leaders who look to once again rebuild this great life we live. May the faithfully departed find their peace and the devotedly gathered find their cash. To the future.