***

Richard_Sharpe was a challenging individual. In all things, he knew his own mind and wasn't afraid to fight his own corner. Even if he was wrong. Disorder had enjoyed the occasional game of chess with Richard when over at Retribution's HQ. Neither of them were particularly avid chess fans but it looked pseudo intellectual and stopped other people bothering them while they talked about other business. Richard would get carried away with the games and often produce some colourful outbursts of offense and disrespect. Some of the abuse he would level at his Godfather raised more than a few eyebrows, but Disorder had taken a shine to Richard and would let him get away with more than most, instead just laughing at his friend's frustration.

He'd been pleased with Richard's development as a mobster. From day one he had drive, balls and a the sort of combative intellect that could carry a person far in this life. He'd watched him climb the ranks and grow on all fronts. It was no real stretch then, that when the time came to select someone to head up the second family in his district, Richard_Sharpe would be the ideal candidate.

***

John the stone mason was pleased as ever to see Disorder. The work was finished and installed above the door of the building. A huge stone block spanning the large doorway, the wording and border carved to perfection. Disorder paid John double the usual price and tipped him almost as much again for doing such a fine job. John loved this kind of work and really went the extra mile with the silk curtain and drawstring cover to help with the theatrical reveal. SweetNothings had stocked the bar to bursting and filled the new building with show girls, gaming tables from the casino, waiters and other staff who were destined to have a really hard time once the party started. Camp had arranged for a few less legitimate forms of entertainment. After the Christmas party ended with Fitz shooting at dragons while astride a negligee clad donkey, Disorder had long since given up guessing what might happen once the genie was out of that particular bottle. 

Camp came outside with a mischievous grin on his face. Disorder looked over his friend's shoulder to see Lucius heading into the building surrounded by a throng of dancing girls dressed in little more than feather boas. From the grin on his face and the tittering coming from the ladies, there was doubtless a long string of lies coming from his mouth that would only be smoothed over by the pound and a half of cocaine he'd spend the evening shoveling into them. Disorder chuckled and looked back at Camp.

"I don't want to know."

'But man, its really going to be a spectacular binge this one! The entire basement has been turned into a jelly pool and thats not even the fun part..'

"I'm sure I'll find out in due course. All I want to know now is, where is Richard?"

Camp just smiled his 'Its mid afternoon and I'm already wired off my fucking tits' smile, and pointed over Disorder's shoulder. There indeed was Richard, climbing out of the long black car and heading over to the gathering with a smile on his face. Disorder embraced his friend and walked him up the steps of the building to address the crowd.

"Ladies, gentlemen, degenerates and detractors. Welcome!

Today we are here to mark the start of another chapter in our city's development. After all his hard work and commitment to our business and other interests, Richard_Sharpe will be establishing his own family here in Paradise. Without further ado let me present to you , Las Vegas' newest family, The Chosen Men!"

The round of applause was enhanced by the lorry load of chemicals the gathering had been hovering up since lunch time, causing a polite ripple of golf claps to end up more like a ravenous screaming horde complete with torn clothing, thrown drinks and a possible attempted rape in the crowd. Regardless, the enthusiasm was genuine and there seemed to be no harm done when the potential rape victim turned out to be Gladys on day release. Disorder waved to John who dropped the silk curtain revealing the newly installed stone lintel.

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The Chosen Men

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A Farseers Operation

United in Paradise

Turning back to the gathering, he smiled.

"Please join me in congratulating Richard on his fine new family and enjoy the evening of decadence, consumption and debauchery that will no doubt ensue!"

Giving Richard a warm embrace, he went inside to investigate the Benny Hill style noises coming from the basement.

Ah! What a wonderful piece of stone work that is there above the door. It truly does warm my heart to know that the dedication and years of practice that went into that skill are still present in our world. It's a lesson that I hope we can all follow. To not lose the years of hard work and skills we have obtained for an easy ride.

It is truly an honour to stand here alongside yourself Godfather Disorder. With your most trusted people in the wonderful SweetNothings and incredibly brilliant but perverted Camp. The sly old bastard. Don't think I don't know what you told those girls.

But I will say this. I may be stood alongside you but there is a long way to go before I will count myself your equal. The work, the effort and the sheer dedication you have put forward into making this district prosper will be hard to match. But as always. I will offer only my very very best.

I'd like to thank Sweet for her continued hard work and the support she has offered a grumbling old bastard who still thinks he's in the British Army.

And there is where the arse kissing ends.

To quote: I am a 'challenging individual'. Which I am assuming means I take pretty much no shit. I demand your best and nothing else is good enough. In return, if you give me that, I will stand beside you. I will defend you, look after you and fight your corner until blood flows if needs be. Do not mistake that for someone whos a fool because I am not stupid and I won't take any bullshit. What you see is what you get.

Be under no illusions. My word is my bond. The Chosen Men are chosen for their outstanding loyalty and bravery. That is what will build the core of of this family and that loyalty, to each other, will see it prosper. To be a Chosen Man here will take more than just time and units. Simple as that.

Yes Camp. Fucking hell. I know the jelly is better when it is cold but I am trying to milk this fucking moment!

Right. Ok. Fucks sake.

Looks like the proof will have to be in the pudding. NO CAMP. NOT THE JELLY.

Ah fuck it. Let the unicorns ride into the basement and the mermaids lick our toes.

Good day to you all!

With a swell of pride and a cheerful smile, SweetNothings nodded at Richard_Sharpe before making her way toward him to offer her congratulations. As she passed Disorder, pausing briefly to whisper in his ear with a still smiling face, 'Don't go near the jelly', she finally faced Richard and gave him a kiss on each cheek.

Look at you! I can't tell you how happy it makes me to see you stand on the threshold of your new home. You've worked hard to achieve this and I have every faith you will help Paradise and indeed Las Vegas flourish. I will miss you around the Retribution HQ. You were great at getting everyone up to work in the morning, hungover or not. I suppose this means Lillith will have to get her stick out again...

Sweet glances around to see Camp tugging on Richard's trouser leg. Growling at him as she stamped on his toe, she managed to finish congratulating Richard before he was drawn away into hell, most likely. Raising a glass for a toast:

To the Chosen Men! Salute!

Whistling a tune that was stuck in Ezreals head all day he moseyed his way down the streets of Las Vegas. He was hoping to do some sight seeing down the strip with the hopes to hit the jack pot later at the casino. On his way walking he notices several men and women standing outside a recently built, well made home that seemed to be doing to last minute installments. Seeing others being drawn to the clatter Ezreal shrugs and decides to take a peek.

Making his way towards the entrance of the building he sees the Godfather of Paradise, Disorder there giving his last bit of his speech before heading inside leaving Richard_Sharpe with his newly owned home along with friends and family members who were beginning to celebrate.

Congratulations Richard! It's great seeing you get this opportunity to run your own outfit in Las Vegas. I wish you and the chosen men the best of luck and kudos in such an accomplishment.

Ezreal smirks "Alright enough ass kissing, wheres the drinks!?" he begins to smile jokingly having been a bit thirsty from all the walking today.

Congratulations Richard_Sharpe and thank you to Godfather Disorder for making such a fine appointment. I look forward to seeing some military discipline returning the organized to organized crime in the near future. I couldn't think of a better man to put them through their paces.

Some have said it was the topical ranting you did on behalf of The Potato that led to this moment, some have said The Potato was instrumental in what is going to be a meteoric rise to fame for ol' Dick, some have said it was the millions and millions of fan mails that Disorder received asking for copies of Dick's autograph that led to this moment.... to each of these people I say the same thing, "Shut up and tip the bastard. Generously". I'm all eloquent and shit like that.

Congratulations on being chosen to be the chosen man to lead The Chosen Men.