Chris sat in the HQ staring at the pale blue vest he held in his hands,With an evil smile forming on his lips.It had taken much of his limited resources to obtain this prize,but his plans where finally starting to bear fruit, he though that soon he could begin to play his cards.

New York 1920

Chris steps off the boat and heads off to book himself in a cheap hotel room he begins to go through all the notes and personal effects left to him by his father and ancestors,Many where useless but one stood out. His name sake had somehow managed to procure a Vest, Not just any Vest but the one true Vest of Destiny.

The Vest was Stolen by none other then Don Jordan,a highly respected Don from New York at the time after losing the vest his name sake was later gunned down By Don Technical Head of Detroit at the time. Many of his ancestors had tryed and failed to get the vest back and there lives ended early former shadows of themselves.

Other ancestors dismissed the vest and its mythical powers,So the vest became a footnote almost forgotten.

1921 The Silk Bloodline's Family Plot

Chris had spent ages planning and going over everything in his head, he had the location and had bribed a few night watchmen to turn a blind eye to the proceedings of that night. Chris entered the plot with his 2 patsy's and proceeded to dig up the remains of Don Jordan it was grim work but the reward was well worth it.

Reaching the casket,Chris pried it open his eyes locked onto the Vest looking like it had just been placed there folded up on Jordan's chest.

Chris grabbed it feeling the tingle of power surging through his body Ben and Dover the 2 patsy's he had hired looked on in confusion they where expecting gold,jewels anything but a Vest.

Ben advanced, Shovel in hand, anger etched on his face. " A Vest? This was the prize? A fucking Dirty Vest? "

( Deciphered )

Chris has the precious we must have it.

Chris left the plot a few hours later alone prize in hand.

1924 in a basement of Madame Laveau's Voodoo shop New Orleans 

Evil chanting is heard as Madame Laveau starts the ritual.

2 Vests for the godfather chairs sitting high on their gilded thrones

9 Vests for the Dons awaiting their time to shine

20 Vests for the Consiglieres plotting in the shadows

1 Vest for the dark overlord whose destiny is to unfold

One Vest to rule them all, One Vest to find them,
One Vest to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them

1928 The present

Chris Slips on the one true Vest, the Vest of Destiny. His grin taking on an almost Skeletal look in the moon light