On a foggy morning as Jigga is preparing for his daily Juggs, he gets a call from PaulVidi telling him urgent matters have come up and his assistance at The Storm Chasers Headquarters was needed. With no hesitation, Jigga heads that way.

Paul meets Jigga outside the headquarters and tells Jigga “Come this way”. As they reach James_Storm office Jigga noticed a blood trail that had seemly been poorly cleaned. Knowing his boss was usually more tidy when it came to situations like this, Jigga knew something tragic happened.

As they walk into James_Storm office it became clear why Jigga had been called.

“Jigga, Thanks for coming on short notice. We don’t have much time, as the cops may already be on their way. Here, grab his legs, we’re putting the body in a van out back. I’ll explain later”

*Hard Knock Hard Knock*

“The Jig is up!  it’s the NYPD Open this door or we’re knocking it down.”

James rushes to his desk and pulls out a piece of paper

“Jigga here. Take the body out the back door and go to this address. Here you will find the resources to dispose of the body and resources to setup shop and remain there in Philly for a while. This body can not be found anywhere near this premises so dispose of it properly. I wanted to share the news with you differently but..”

Jigga interrupts

“Boss we can finish working out the details later”

*Loud Door Smash*

“We’re coming in!”

Jigga looks at James, throws the body over his shoulder and carries him out the back with Paul following to clean up the blood drippings. Jigga puts the body in the trunk of the van as Paul goes back inside to help James throw off the cops.

An hour later Jigga is driving down the New Jersey turnpike, the fog has cleared, the sun is shining and the smell coming from the trunk is only getting worst. About another hour away from his destination Jigga notices an undercover police vehicle has been tailing him for the last mile or so..

*Sirens*

With his hand clenched to his weapon under the seat Jigga pulls over.

The officer immediately approaches the car and tells Jigga to please step out of the vehicle with his hands up. Out of confusion Jigga refuses knowing he has a smelly dead body in the trunk.

Jigga asked

“Why are you pulling me over and now asking me to step out of my vehicle officer? I’ve done nothing wrong”

The officer gets more aggressive and states “ This is a stolen vehicle, get out and put your hands up!”

Jigga knew how this would turn out and could not take any chances. Hoping he did not already call for backup, Jigga released shots striking the officer two times in the chest, one in the head.

With plenty of witnesses around Jigga knew he had to flee the scene and dispose of not only the body but the Van as well.

Jigga immediately stashed the vehicle under the freeway until night time.

As the night approached Jigga had to come up with a plan. Out of nowhere the perfect idea pops up in his head. He quickly grabbed a piece of paper and pencil and started writing. He takes the guy out the trunk puts him in the driver's seat of the van. Jigga puts the note in a small plastic bag, puts it in the dead guy’s pocket and then puts the van in drive and watches it go over the railing into the water.

Not knowing how his plan would work Jigga continues on his mission to Philly. After an unimaginable day Jigga arrives to his new Headquarters. Jigga chuckles as he notices the stash of marijuana that James left for him. Seeing how he had one of the most intense and worst days of his life Jigga rolls up a joint and kicks on the radio.

*This just in: Man found dead in his vehicle*

Jigga gets closer in his seat to hear the news

“Man found dead in his car in what seems to be suicide. Early this morning officers were called to this location after witnesses say they noticed what appeared to be something unordinary floating in the water.  When police arrived on the scene they said they also noticed the object and took a boat out into the water to investigate. During their investigation they discovered the van, where was one found dead with what appears to be a suicide note carefully wrapped in his pocket. The note expresses psychological concerns and unstable mental health. Also in his note he gives very explicit details to the murder of the New Jersey Cop yesterday morning. No more information has been released by authorities but we will be keeping you up to date with the story”

Jigga chuckles. He grabs his new headquarters sign and hangs it up outside.

“Home of the Philadelphia Juggers”

She had been remiss, in not stopping by to offer her congratulations, so, before flying to Philadelphia, MissNiki- went by the Kings District Distillery a case of their finest whiskey to take with her. As she hailed a cab to take her to the Philadephia Jugger's headquarters, she went over in her head the things she needed to when she got back to New York. She had left a pile of paperwork on her desk, with strict orders to Jimmy_Coonan to keep things running smoothly in her absence. She wouldn't be back until later this evening, and hoped, that the headquarters would be ran with the same strict precision as when she was there. (Minus The_towndrunk 's constant pissing everywhere...) 

As she reached Jigga 's new headquarters, she smiled, it was a modest, unimposing building, looked like any other business on the street. Good, he wasn't announcing he was a crime family.. YET.

"Jigga, my dear, I'm sorry I haven't been over to see you.. it's been a busy week. I know that is no excuse, so, please accept this case of whiskey as an apology. I'm so very happy to see you here in Philly, I know, that with you, and the other leaders in place, that Philly can rise to be a great city again."

She smiled, as she gave Jigga a hug. I really must go, I'm worried what my crew will do to my HQ in my absence, but, lets have coffee the next time you are in New York? .. and Jigga, Please don't be a stranger, you are welcome any time!!"

Rubix was walking down the sidewalk of Philly, it was a great place to smell smells especially near the water. There were a lot of policeman standing over near the water though and these Philly policemen did not know that Rubix was a stray so he hid down the street, watching on as divers handed things up to the officer.

There was a lot of blood scents in the area and Rubix was distracted by them, most of them headed towards the water and the police but there was a trail that lead off into the city. He placed his nose near the ground and began walking through the busy streets of Philly without a care in the world as to what was going on around him. He arrived at a very nice house with a trash can sitting on the curb, he could tell the blood smell was coming from something inside the trash. 

Rubix walked up to the house and pushed on the door. To his surprise it was open, they must have been expecting Rubix. He shut the door behind himself and made his way to the top floor, he stood at the landing and watched as clouds of smoke emerged from the base of the door. The sunlight poured through the smoke illuminating it and showing its movement. Rubix noticed he could play with it by breathing through his nose on it but upon inhalation of the smoke Rubix was stunned. Something wonderful was happening. He continued to breathe it in until he got frustrated with the lack of smoke coming under the door. There had to be more inside. He pushed on the door but it was closed. He barked once and the person inside clearly fumbled around. He was muttering something in human speak but it mattered not what he was saying, Rubix could not understand it. The person inside was taking his time, it sounded like he was running around tidying up or something. 

The door creaked open and  smoke poured from the room, the silhouette of a human stood at the door. The smoke was quickly fading and Rubix noticed Jigga looking around until finally looking down at Rubix. He tilted his head to the side and Rubix did the same. Then Rubix took a big inhale of the smoke and hung his tongue from the side of his mouth. Impressed with the dog, Jigga invited Rubix into the room and closed the door. 

Rubix hopped up onto the couch and Jigga sat down next to him. Before Rubix knew it the room was too hazy to see Jigga sitting next to him but it was of no worry, life was of no worry, everything was just great. Rubix laid down and took a nap.

Jigga sat in his office with his new friend keeping him company and the case of beer from MissNikki- . Thinking about her kind words, Jigga prepared for his next trip to New York to visit his old friends.

Jigga pops the top and offers Rubix a beer.

“Can you drink?”

Rubix took the beer out of Jigga’s hands with his mouth, and carried it over to an empty container he could drink out of. Rubix tilted his head to pour his beer in the container.

“Alright that works I guess. I’m stoned little pup so I’m sorry if I ask you weird human questions. Wait. Can you understand me? Alright this is getting weird.”

Jigga thought to himself “Man I gotta lay off the smoking”

Jigga proceeded by rolling two more joints for him and his new friend.

“Alright whatever you do just don’t start speaking words, I have to get back to work. Make yourself at home”

Not realizing Rubix still did not understand him, Jigga went back to setting up his new shop.

BlackJack visits strolls down the street in Bella Vista and takes a quick right hand turn into the HQ of the Philadelphia Juggers. He is greeted by a lovely bellhop and asks for the direction to Jigga's office. BlackJack makes his way up the stairs and knocks on the door and is greeted by Jigga. He walks into his office and places a box of Cuban cigars on his desk:

"Jigga, I am so sorry I missed your HQ opening party. I was unfortunately out of the country and was unable to come along. Please accept this box of cigars as a token of my congratulations. I wish you every success with your new crew. If there is anything we can work together on, please do no hesitate to contact me."

Jigga takes two cigars out of the box and hands one to BlackJack

"BlackJack my man, nice to meet you. I appreciate you stopping pass the workplace. Thanks for the cigars too man, seems like we'll get along just fine."

Jigga lights BlackJack's cigar, and then his own. The two enjoy a pleasant conversation, not realizing they have been talking for over an hour BlackJack informs Jigga he has to depart

Jigga stands up to meet BlackJack at the door. 

"If I'm ever in Detroit you have to allow me to repay you a visit and offer you a drink in one of Detroit's finest bars."