Fitz had finished up writing his letters and sent them off to the remaining city heads, a meeting of the highest urgency was needed to see how things would move forward after the recent take down on the 13 families from Los Angeles & Las Vegas. Fitz had lost some of his nearest and dearest today and next penned an open letter to the crew leaders. It read as follows:

Dear Sir/Madam,

As you can see a sizeable force has been removed this morning and after several hours battling it out the war is now over. For those of you not aware, this war occurred for several reasons and these shall be listed below.

Las Vegas had been a unified city for quite some time, with Godfathers Slash and myself along side Don Artus running things, the city ran smoothly and appeared to be a force to be reckoned with. Many commented on how powerful it was becoming and with no recognised Godfather Commissioner, it showed solidarity between us all. This was the perfect place to be I felt, and things were definitely coming together nicely.

Several days ago I was alerted to an incident between my Right Hand and a button man from one of the other Vegas families, words were exchanged between my right hand and the leader of said button man which didn't seem to go down as well as I'd hoped between two parties under the same alliance. The crew leader of said button man then brought the news to a group meeting between the Vegas leaders, he informed us that he had told my right hand to politely "go suck a dick" and wanted to give us a heads up on the situation in case my right hand "bitchs". Not a massive deal I felt but it showed that maybe we were not as unified as we first thought. I left the meeting feeling a little confused why all leaders needed to be informed of this, it was almost a bragging of sorts that my right hand was told to basically fuck off. Definitely something that could have been dealt with better but never mind, on wards and upwards.

After Artus fell, the city of Vegas was in shock. Myself and Godfather Slash in particular were in attendance at the funeral and we were both speechless by the sudden loss, a true tragedy. We shortly after managed to recruit Artus' son, who seemed to have his old man's taste for organisation, which admittedly was second to none. Both myself and Godfather Slash were left angry, upset and some sort of vengeance was wanted initially. However, being the calmer of the two of us, Slash stated he didn't feel a move was needed right now, for the good of the community it was best we didn't, he said. Although still angry and reluctant not to make a move, I agreed that things should be left.

A couple days later I was woken up to attend an urgent meeting at Godfather Slash's and the son of Artus' request. Within the meeting, I was informed by the son of Artus that Chiacgo had given BobbyMunson an ultimatum, the ultimatum being that if Bobby didn't kill Olympia, then Los Angeles would be wiped. This immediately tipped Godfather Slash to decide that action was needed, when asked if I would assist in this, I agreed but explained that I had reservations about shooting some of those people within Chicago, some I managed to keep on a safe list while others it was said that Bobby wanted dead due to this ultimatum.

Two hours later, the bulk of Chicago was dead. Meanwhile, Roland rushed in to another Vegas Leader meeting wondering what the fuck was going on? It seemed he hadn't been informed at all, this was met with some displeasure by other Vegas leaders, it seemed some felt that the time given was a sign of piss poor communication as it was apparent that while The Strip were prepared for this, the others hadn't been informed of the moves being made til nearly 3 minutes prior to the take down. I enquired into the reason for this and was told that there was some questionings of trust. Confused, I wondered about this for some time, we were meant to be unified and a close-knit group, how is it now that we're not trusting our own with important information?

Again I shrugged it off, a little disappointed that this city that seemed to be solid was sporting a few cracks here and there.

Later that evening I was approached by several well informed people from within Chicago, enquiring as to the reasons for the Chicago take down, my answer was that the Son of Artus had informed us of an impending take down on Los Angeles if Bobby failed to act on the ultimatum he was given. In response I was met by looks of confusion, each person stated this was a lie, something that hadn't happened at all and given that these people had nothing to gain by lying, I was inclined to believe them. Once more, I was left confused and when I heard the reasoning for the take down announced in the street, I saw no mention around this ultimatum, which was the deciding factor for Slash and I wading into this battle. The only reason given, "we did it because we felt threatened and it was a matter of time". At this point I felt a little disappointed at how things went down and the information I was given. Further findings found that the information provided was bogus and had happened well prior to the death of Godfather Viktor "The Glue" Kurgan 

In the end, the cracks were beginning to crumble the foundations of our dear city. It was time to bulldoze and build it again.

Regards,

Lord Fitz.

While passing the envelopes over to MonsterHair to lick (he liked the taste), Caveman came rushing into the office.

"Boss, boss"

Fitz was used to this sort of behaviour from his Wise Guy, the guy was a fountain of knowledge and always managed to find out some good information.

"It's Brooklyn, Lord Fitz, sir. They plan to attack the Vegas and Chicago families, they've assigned a hitter to come for you and the others."

Fitz rolled his eyes, "fucking mongrels" Fitz thought. He had hoped to avoid this as he wanted to start rebuilding.

"Alright Cavey, go rouse the troops from their naps, it's time to get to work again, bring the hairy one with you"

Fitz looked over to his right hand man while he was mid-lick, Monsty looked over the envelope at his Godfather and rolled his eyes. Putting down the envelope, Monsty got up and followed Caveman out to go and wake the troops from their mid-afternoon naps.

He really meant one size fits all instead of sizeable.

More importantly  LuciusSweet  who did the equivalent work of a statue.

I remember one size fits all when shopping around and not being the fit for one size fits all.

Constantine yawns, then falls asleep on the sidewalk.

BOOM! We have a winner in OnePercenter. Truth rings in the air.

Why don't you stop being a pussy and just come out with the truth like Bobby did and say you did it because you could and you wanted to run the show with Disorder.