It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. That sounds vaguely familiar, somehow. Oh well. Either way, it was a rather emotional time in the heart of New Center Detroit. Behind the all but deserted shell of the once glorious clothing shop Rossi and Co. Clothing Distributors, laid a secret headquarters that... well, lets face it, everyone fucking knew about it at this point. Secret's out, folks! Either way, behind the shop laid the infamous RIOT! lair; three stories high and packed with a multitude of offices and hijinx...es...es. Today- oh that blustery, cold November Monday- however, something was different. There were no hijinx to be found. In fact, the RIOT! headquarters seemed a little... well... quiet. Slanty face.

Dressed in her Friday best, obviously because someone had been sick all weekend and didn't change out of her clothing that dirty, dirty ho', the RIOT! Godmother Marietta sat in her dimly lit office. In silence the woman pored over the various note cards and pieces of scrap papers she had written upon over the past few days, some of it intelligible, just nonsense written in various tongues. Perhaps she had been possessed the past few days, rather than sick.

WHOOSH!

Ahem, so with all of the plans finally... finalized, and all of the ducks in a row (easier to shoot them, my dear), the Godmother was ready to make the speech that she was torn about making.

WHOOSH!

The speech that would make her heart swell with pride- the speech that would make her heart crumble to pieces.

WHOOSH!

Oh for the love of God. Her eyes narrowed, trying to block out the wind that kept hitting her face with a violent WHOOSH!

"Enough," she said, waving her hand dismissively without looking up from her project. With a dejected look upon his face, Consigliere nysos lowered his large fan and stepped back towards the wall where he stood, awaiting the Godmother's next orders.

A sharp knock on her door made the aged woman snap out of her thoughts and look up. Turning towards nysos she blinked a few times and waved an arm towards the door as if to ask 'what are you waiting for?'. Nysos, the good and loyal soldato he was, immediately rushed towards the door and opened it. Inside walked the regal and feared RIOT! Don GabrielMancini, wearing a snazzy looking official British Officer armed services suit. No effing idea where he got that, but lets go with it.

Anyway, Gabe was looking dapper as he walked into the office. In one move he swept the hat off his head and held it close to his heart as he approached the desk of the Godmother.

"Marietta," he said with a grave, grave tone. "The office gossip- aka MonoxideChild- told me some disturbing news this morn. Is it true what I have heard?"

Marietta nodded her blonde head and paused for a dramatic beat.

"Yes," she said in a voice just as grave as Gabe's. Seriously, it was like she sounded like a guy. Probably because of the cold, but still. "What you have heard is true. Today we shall get rid of the beast that stalks the RIOT! corridors at night, searching for unsuspecting prey. Tonight... we shall be free of the mystic unicorn that tromps the headquarters at night."

Gabe and nysos let out a simultaneous gasp- Gabriel fumbling with his hat and nysos placing a delicate hand over his fluttering heart.

"S-surely you jest," Gabe stated, stuttering in mixed fear and astonishment.

Marietta stood from her desk, her head held high as she put her nose into the air in a snobby manner.

"I do not jest, good sir, for I am no jester."

"My apologies Godmother," Gabe stated, bowing low. "I did not mean what you inferred."

Marietta looked pleased by this half-assed apology. Extending her arm, Gabriel took it and escorted her from the office, nysos marching along behind proudly.

FIVE MINUTES LATER

After tripping down the grand, carpeted staircase inside the RIOT! building and spending several minutes complaining about a displaced hip, Gabriel and nysos managed to carry their dramatically flailing Godmother outside of the headquarters, down the street and into the abandoned restaurant where the meeting was to be held.

High profile mobsters from around the Seven-Eight cities turned their heads from their sitting places as the Detroit Godmother was carried in and placed at the head of the table. Once sat, and after spending several moments fussing over her hair and clothing, Marietta smiled and gestured graciously at the men and women around the table.

"Thank you all for meeting me here on such a short notice. I apologize that I could not find a better meeting locale, but hopefully this will suit our needs."

"Anyway, I did not invite you here to prattle on and on about how or what or who or why or... the other one. I am here to inform everyone that shortly I will be letting loose a monster into the city of Saint Louis, to lead a crime syndicate and become the City Leader."

"This auth was not picked willy nilly (God I love that saying). A lot of careful consideration, thought, sweat, blood, tears and punches went into this decision. While I could sit here and name the various qualities and 'pros' of this mobster, and why those qualities would make them the perfect candidate for the job of taking Saint Louis into the above and beyond, I think the name will simply say it all for me."

"I wish you all to join me in congratulating, welcoming and possibly sexually harassing Rourke, for today he leaves Detroit and spreads his massive unicorn wings to take flight into the Gateway City. He will be joining the ranks of City Head, City Leader, and I hope that everyone will be delighted with this choice that I have made. While it will be a heavy loss to Detroit to see this manbeast leave, I know that it will benefit all of La Cosa Nostra to have him in a position of leadership."

"If you have any questions, comments or concerns, please speak to me rather than bombarding Rourke while he tidies up his new stable- erm, headquarters. I'd be more than happy to field any queries you may have."

Marietta clapped her hands together and smiled once more towards the various Godfather(mothers), Dons and Consiglieres around the table.

"Thank you, that is all. You are free to go."

The peasants rejoiced. Nysos began fanning Marietta once more. The double doors to the abandoned restaurant kicked open and people began to flee into the darkness (oh shit, wait, it's still morning. Pretend the meeting lasted long enough to be nighttime for dramatic effect) of the autumn night.

Gabriel mounted his trusty and noble steed, LilyEvans, and rushed through the streets of Detroit with a bell dangling from his hand. As he rang that bell he screamed to the Heavens and Hells, and his calls could be heard for miles 'round:

"SAINT LOUIS IS FILLED! SAINT LOUIS IS FILLED! GLORIOUS DAY, THE BRITISH ARE COM- oh, SAINT LOUIS IS FILLED!"

Congratulations Rourke, I wish you all the best

Oh... My... God. Rourke is taking over the one and only St. Louis. I don't know what to say.. other then big Congratulations Rourke. My father spoke highly of you and I wish you the best of luck mate. Congrats, Congrats and more Congrats mate.

Bobble runs upto Rourke and hugs him

Well done Rourke you kinda deserve this.

- kinda.

+ don't.

~T~

Congratulations Don Rourke! You have undoubtedly earned this, well deserved. 

Congratulations Sir Rourke

Congratulations, Rourke. I look forward to seeing what you can do in St Louis.

congrats don rouke

Wow - Rourke a city head, um, hmmm I guess I'm speechless over this GodMother!

Rourke, you have worked hard for Detroit, and you deserve the honor of running the Syndicates of St. Louis. I have enjoyed working beside you, and I know your knowledge will allow St. Louis to become a flourishing member of this thing of ours.

I agree with Pedro on this one. :P

Rourke you have been nothing but a friend; a brother; and someone to look up to in the city of Detroit. Your hard work and determination brought great things to Detroit and I'm crossing my fingers for your ultimate success in St. Louis.

Detroit will miss you soldier!

Damn it, I always knew you were destined for greatness. I bow before you Rourke, truly you deserve this most glorious promotion. I wish you all the best in your new city.

Albert, xxx

neighs her congratulations to Rourke before rearing, sending Gabriel collapsing from her back

Seeing many RHM's going to lead newly founded cities for our thing of ours, I'm not shocked to see Rourke get to lead his own breed of horses.

Good luck to your herd.

Jack sat wide eyed on the stoop of the local candy shop and rubbed his head.   Dear God.  His mother had always told him not to go near "uncle" Rourke, EVER... So Jack took out his travel planner and crossed out St Louis.

"Congrats Rourke!  I know you deserve this.  Even if I still haven't forgiven you for that one time that- Well, never mind, congrats on your auth!"

Congratulations Don Rourke! Ever since the day you told me you loved me, I knew I would be happy to see you move on.

Al waves.

Jose trots up to Don Rourke and extends his hand in congratulations

My friend, it has been a long time coming. Your father Rourkey was nothing short of a legend, and you have done nothing but build upon his prowess. I congratulate you on your new city and title as Leader of Saint Louis.

It has been an pleasure working with you in Detroit Sir wish you all the best in Saint Louis

Recro rasies his drink to the new beginning.

Congratulations to gabe on taking RH duty's.

Congratulations, Don Rourke. I've been waiting for the day that you would be tailored for a new bold suit. I know St. Louis will treat you well.

I would also like to announce that I will be taking over the position as Burger Queen. Please send all Burger King tributes to Aurora. Thank you in advance.