Paul sat in a café in the centre of Brooklyn. Still surrounded by suitcases containing his worldly possessions, he'd barely had time to move into his new apartment, let alone explore the city he was to call home from now on. He had said goodbye to Chicago, the place he'd spent his entire career thus far, to pastures new with the promise of even bigger and better things to lie ahead.

Suddenly, he was tapped on the shoulder. Expecting to be met by a local member of law enforcement seeking to make his presence known, he was instead greeted by a familiar face from Dexter's family, who had a message for him.

"Paul, Dexter requests your presence at his HQ as soon as you can make it there. He has an urgent proposition to discuss with you."

Puzzled, Paul left his coffee on the table. He dropped his bags off at his apartment and headed to Dexter's HQ.

As he arrived, The HQ of Angeli Della Morte was a buzz of excitement. He climbed the stairs to Dexter's office, and knocked on the door. A muffled voice called him in.

"Ah, Paul! Come in. Take a seat, I'll get us a drink."

Pouring a glass of whisky, Dexter cleared his throat.

"You've missed an interesting couple of hours. Following our arrival here in New York I thought I'd... Announce our presence here."

Dexter pulled a photograph out of his pocket of the previous Godfather lying slumped in his chair, two bullet holes in his chest.

"So, Paul. With this development I need to expand our operations here in Brooklyn. You've been a servant of AdM since the very beginning, and I thought it right that I offered this opportunity to you. I hope you will be able to accept."

Taken aback slightly, Paul downed his drink.

"Dexter, I don't know what to say, this is an honour. I would be pleased to accept. We've worked with each other for a long time now, and I know I can count on you to be there along the way for me."

"My operation here in Brooklyn will be known as Bestia Della Morte. I hope together with Isorin, we can help New York develop into a truly great city. Thank you for this opportunity Dexter, and I hope to repay the faith you have shown in me."

Picking up the set of keys Dexter had placed in front of him, as well as the note containing the address of his HQ, he walked out of the Angeli Della Morte HQ. These were new beginnings in New York, and Paul felt privileged to be at the heart of it.

As PaulHeyman stood looking at the new HQ, Keats turns a corner and stands at his side. He looks at the new building and smiles before warmly shaking the hand of his new boss.

"It's an honor to stand with you at the onset of this new adventure, Don Heyman. I'm looking forward to seeing what the future holds- for us and the fine city of New York."

hey join me

Frank knocks at the big heavy door of the HQ... Head down...pain in his eyes...but fists clutched..nails digging into his palms.

I want in was all he said...