Duplicity was on the roof of her headquarters looking out towards the great city of Chicago. The weather was nice and warm, with a soft breeze to keep the heat from making you sweat. Recently, Duplicity had bought a few pigeons, supposedly they were able to carry a message from here to any one of her members. At least that is what one of her Wise Guy's told her.

Figuring now was the best time to to test one of the pigeons out, she found a piece a paper and began to write her message. Senza was one of the nicest ladies around town. She had worked her ass off during the war and impressed Duplicity greatly. She saw Senza go from this wonderful, kind lady into a tough woman who could hold her own. This couldn't make Duplicity any prouder.

Yet, what she felt would be a good reward for Senza would be the chance to have her own shop in town. She had proved herself, even if her ancestors were new to the mafia life. This lady would go above and beyond for the crew. So the least Duplicity could do was go above and beyond by getting the keys to another headquarters.

Writing this down, a simple message that would get it across, she then placed the paper on the pigeon. She whispered in its ear and then tossed it off into the air. Duplicity had no idea how this was going to work, but she sat there and waited. The sun was relaxing and a girl could lose a little tan. A golden glow to a girl as white as the moon would be nice.

As Duplicity got lost in her thoughts, the pigeon returned to her. She couldn't believe it! The pigeon actually came back and with what looked to be like a message on its leg. Unraveling it, she found that it had made it to Senza. The paper read to her that she would happily accept the honor and chance to run her own business.

Nodding, happily to the response, Duplicity called upon the local man who made her signs. The phone rang and he picked up giving a hearty chuckle from hearing her voice on the other end.

“What can I do for you today, Ms. Duplicity?”

Duplicity excitedly informed him that she needed a new sign. This came as no surprise and he grabbed his pen to write down the name.

“Go ahead with the business name!”

Pausing to make sure she spelled it out right, she gave him Senza's choice for the headquarters name.

“The Penose Cartel”