It was getting dark. You could see the sun setting down after those tall, pointy mountains in the horizon. The lights were all being turned on in the city giving it a magnificienr view from above. However the streets were almost empty. Almost everyone knew that they were not safe in the cold darkness out there. At every corner of the city there was an inspiring mobster to be who was ready to cut you off for a couple of bucks.

Getting deeper in the city, downtown oRagnar was sitting in his office with his bottle o' Jack in his table drinking it shot after shot. It had been a little bit more than expected to cope with the last events and while staring at his glass while different thoughts crossed his mind. Some of them included happy gatherings with his old friends and than he managed to spill out something of his mouth which seemed like: "Rest well my friends, i hope that our all-father Odin has prepared a fiest on your honour." With that said he continues to stare at his bottle of Jack again and then an imaginative lamp shines above his head. Jack, of course Jack. oRagnar tells his assistant to call a meeting with the Leaders of the other parts of this soon wonderful city to be!

"I contacted them sir! They will both be there on time." - says oRagnars assistant.

"Great news, prepare my vehicle and i'm going to need Vinnie and Tony to escort me there"- replies oRagnar with an unusual optimistic look on his face while chuckling.

"There seems to be something different about you today sir, ive never seen you this way before, what is it if i may ask ?" - says the assistant.

"Indeed, just wait and see. Patience is a virtue"

*1 hour later*

The car was navigating through the roads with ease and every civilian car that was already out there would get on the side to clear the road. They had all figured out that the cops were no longer the one that ruled this city. A brief moment later oRagnar arrivas to an old warehouse on the outskirts of the city. It seemed abandoned but it was heavily guarded by each side. While arriving he saw one limo and one SUV, both blinded. He thought to himself that his guest had arrived early. While taking not much more time than needed he quickly got into the office and went on to greet his homologues.

"Anthony, Blackjack! I'm happy that you managed to find the time to meet me with such short notice, I just felt we needed to chat quickly. I have something important to discuss with both of you."

"For a couple of days now there has been much crime on the streets and it has not been our guys committing it. I haven't even been getting a cut. People must believe that after the recent deaths that Detroit is shaken and weak and that it's only a matter of time before one or all of us could fall too. We need to take back control of the street corners and the crime and show that we are the best people for this job."

"In order to do that we need to stop our grieving and get stronger! We need to get a handle on the operations that were left behind to only be destroyed by the fires and robbed by the homeless. We need to get our business districts in order, we need to get our city crime in order and we need to show every friend of ours throughout the six cities that each of us is up to the task. Eyes are watching us. They're waiting for us to fail. I sure as hell don't intend to let that happen. "

"So SKOL to this thing of ours!"

Anthony nods as oRagnar speaks waiting for him to finish as he lights a blunt and inhales twice before speaking. 

I couldn't agree more we must seize control of our city once again and show these hotshots what paying taxes to the family's really means. Also on that note free drinks at the Wolves Den for the rest of the week please inform your crews as they will be using the VIP area. Anthony takes another hit passing it in oRagnar's direction 

​​​​​​Only unified will we be strong and unbreakable Anthony pours everyone a shot To new Detroit and her bright future!

oRagnar looks at Anthony and raises his glass up high.

" Thank you Anthony for supporting this, i have a feeling it will be for the best of this city and its growth so lets try and do the best that we can. I will make sure to remind the locals about that so prepare to have a large stock to supply us, after all we love ale! "

- says as he drinks the liquor and smashes the glass on the floor demanding another.

A huge body guard steps out of the drivers seat of the SUV and makes hi was to the rear passenger side seat. He knocks on the door three times before a distinctive pop sound is made and the door springs open. BlackJack slowly exits the SUV and throws his cigarette on the ground. A second body guard exits behind him and stamps out the cigarette. BlackJack walks towards Anthony_Mitchell and they share some idle chatter. Shortly after, oRagnar arrives and addresses the two others. Anthony_Mitchell concurs with oRagnar and pours out three shots. The three men all pick up and hold a shot before allowing BlackJack to speak:

"You raise a great point there oRagnar, I will personally handle getting Black Bottom in order. I have been having issues with a local gang with is having a negative effect on my business and has trashed a place which I collect protection money from. I will need to take some fairly drastic action. I don't think playing nice is going to work, we will need to show some force. I suggest each of you take some time to handle things personally, I don't think this is one to send associates or even hands along to. We need to show them we mean business! I propose a toast, thanks to those who tried to make us weak, for you have made us stronger, long live Detroit!"

The three men toast and slam down their shots. BlackJack grabs the bottle of liquor and pours everyone another round.

"A toast to our mother city and our closest allies, long live Chicago."

The three men again slam down their shots.

"Gents, shall we all run off and re-group here tomorrow to share an account of what action we have taken?"

Anthony downs his two shots nodding to his two friends

I agree with that completely it's time to take our districts back and make our city great once again

Anthony nods to Blackjack and oRagnar as he stands to exit flanked by four bodyguards he heads out the back door getting into a jet black SUV with blacked out windows his bodyguard opens the door stepping inside followed by Anthony and his other men enter the passenger and driver side respectfully as the SUV roars to life Anthony relits his blunt and taps his driver as the SUV speeds off followed closely by another SUV taking up the flank he thought to himself.

This city will become great again no matter what the cost 

BlackJack runs after Anthony_Mitchell shaking his fist:

"Get back here you fucker, you took my SUV!"

The Black SUV continues on out onto the street and drives away into the distance. BlackJack turns to oRagnar and laughs:

"That cheeky fucker, oh well, I don't mind taking the limo for a day."

BlackJack gestures his body guards who immediately take control of the limo and usher BlackJack inside. BlackJack looks to his left and sees what much be close to a 25kg block of marijuana sitting next to him. He chuckles and mutters to himself:

"Oh Anthony_Mitchell, what the fuck are you doing moving this useless shit."

The limo proceeds to leave the premises and head directly for Black Bottom.

15 minutes later...

A black limo rolls up to a corner where a scrawny little Irish bloke is standing with 3 prostitutes...

22 hours later...

A black limo rolls on in to the warehouse. The driver, a sharply dressed yet fierce looking man, exits the vehicle and proceeds to the rear passanger door and knocks three times. The door pops and BlackJack emerges, throwing his cigarette on the ground. Behind BlackJack a large body guard exits and stamps out the cigarette. The warehouse is empty. BlackJack walks over the the table in the middle of the vacant space and takes a seat. He removes his hip flask from his pocket and takes two swigs. He then replaces the hip flask and proceeds to light a cigarette. He takes out his pocket watch, it reads:

10:30

BlackJack mutters to himself:

"I am half an hour early. It has been a quiet morning."

BlackJack takes out his copy of the Potato and waits for @oRagnag and Anthony_Mitchell.

Three Black SUVs make the turn onto the warehouse property clearing the security gate Anthony recently had installed they pull into the warehouse on either side of the limo. The driver of the second SUV steps out heading to the rear passenger side knocking twice the door clocks and Anthony steps out tossing what's left of his blunt on the floor and adjusting his black and red three piece suit ,A thick but slender female bodyguard exits behind him stamping out the roach as they head over to where BlackJack was waiting. He wondered if oRagnar was going to be late or if he was coming at all.

It was a late night for oRagnar, he had spent almost all evening trying to figure out where to start the business reconstructions and had taken him a lot of time. Than he had just managed to get himeslf drunk somehow and pass out. 

It was early morning and a huge headache had happened to him because of last night. His ears were buzzing and his eyes were seeing double but in a couple of minutes being awake some of the negative effects went away. After taking a shower oRagnar finds himself in his old house that almost noone knew where it was and suddenly his phone rang. He approached it slowly and opened it to hear Anthony from the other side saying:

"Hey where the hell have you been man, we have all been trying to contact you and found this nomber in an old phonebook. Anyway there is a minute taking place in about 5' so you should get ready and be here as soon as possible"

oRagnar takes his suit from the dresser and puts on his old watch that was left to him by his father in his latest moments. He then takes the keys of his bugatti and went straight downstairs and started the vehicle. He liked the sports cars and lately had started to lose his bodyguards on the streets by outmanouvering them. Driving crazy fast he arrives at the place in around 10 minutes. 

At the warehouse

He approaches the old warehouse only to find out the recent stuff that had been installed there. He then went in and was stoppped by Ivar looking at him with an angry face ready to start yelling at him about the safety of him and that he should be under the caring of his bodyguards all the time and he had to stop dissapearing like that. 

" Sorry about that Ivar, and i apologise to everyone for being late, you know how these things go right ? " - finishes oRagnar ready to be word-slaughtered but he reacts quickly and says: " So shall we get this started ? " 

BlackJack nods at oRagnar and proceeds to take out a roughly developed photgraph of a man laying down in a pool of blood on the side of the road. He passes it around to the others:

"Guys, I may have gotten slightly carried away with what we were talking about yesterday but I am pretty sure my message will get out. I shot this guy in the middle of the street in front of three whores. I told them to get the message out about paying up tribute if anyone so much as pick pockets a tourist. I would like to invite you all back to mine tomorrow to see how many new people kick up some tribute. What have you guys been up to?"

BlackJack takes out a fresh cigarette and lights it, awaiting the stories of oRagnar and Anthony_Mitchell.

oRagnar takes a look at the picture and laughs a little about it and then tells BJ:

" So i see you took out the Irishman, nice one! He was beginning to become a real pain to our parts of the city as well and i would have taken him out if you had not done it to be honest. And yeah that sounds like a good idea, make sure to bring a lot of ale! Not much, just forcing rackets into paying tribute to us, taking care of the small fries, getting this thing in order step by step"

He than finishes speaking and turns towards Anthony_Mitchell to see what he has to say.

On of BlackJack's body guards interrupts and whispers into the ear of BlackJack. BlackJack immediately stops the conversation in its tracks:

"Guys, I am really sorry, I have to run, apparently there are a bunch of people lining up at my HQ. I need to go and see what is happening. Feel free to come meet me there later."

BlackJack races over to Anthony_Mitchell's limo and jumps in. As it rolls past the pair he winds down the window and smiles:

"I quite like the limo Anthony_Mitchell. Do you mind if I keep it?"

BlackJack walks into the warehouse with his body guards. It was unusual for him to walk but he was in a shit mood after attending the funeral of Anthony_Mitchell. BlackJack takes a seat at the table and whips out a bottle of tequila. He takes out two cigars and cuts them, ready to be consumed. He waits patiently for oRagnar to catch up with him.

A figure appears in the distance and as it draws closer it begins to get the shape of oRagnar's escort. That oddish vehicle clearly is his. The door opens when the car approaches and getting out of them is none else but him. His eyes look sore and you could tell he had been drinking. He goes closer to BlackJack and says:

Hey there bud, i hope i didnt leave you waiting too long!

" So, shall we get this started ? "- replies BlackJack.

"Yeah of course but first there is someone i would like you to meet. You already know him but he has taken over a new role." - says oRagnar as he waits on the newest crew leader in Detroit to appear.

'Come on Donnie where are you'- he thinks to himself as he wanders what MrDonnieVegas is doing that is taking so long.

After receiving a call from oRagnar to meet and gather with the other Detroit leader at a locale spot. Donnie and his men jump in their personal vehicle, and drives around the City. Subsequently, they pull up next to the place, Donnie glances out the window noticing oRagnar and another man next to him. 

He props a Cuban Cigar in his mouth, flicks his navy lighter and watches the end burn briefly before putting the light away. The rear back door opens gradually, Donnie steps out, glances up towards the night sky and exhales a cloud of cigar smoke before gazing towards the gentlemen with a slight grin and swiftly saunters over towards them.

"How you doin', fellas?"

BlackJack lights up his cigar and takes out a third to offer to oRagnar:

"Welcome MrDonnieVegas, it surely is a pleasure to have you join our ranks. You might have heard about my actions in Black Bottom in an attempt to clean the place up. It all seems to have worked fairly well. Unfortunately we have suffered some casualties with Anthony_Mitchell going missing and someone gunning down Kage. But all in all we are kicking goals. What we really need to be considering at this point is how we are going to grow our influence. With more and more income coming in from the street dwellers, it might be time we start to consider adding a few to our ranks and giving some more people some formal jobs within the family. It isn't worth having this great income stream if we are not able to protect it. Do you guys have any ideas?"