"It's time. Grab my stuff. It's happening now."

Borkers made the statement like it was nothing. Like this wasn't a special day. Like this wasn't a day that was going to go down in history forever. He liked to play coy like that. Look at him, pretending like he didn't know today was TsuDhoNimh's birthday. As if! Tsu had no idea what incredible plan the old bastard had hatched this time, but if he was using his special bag of tricks it must be something special. What could he possibly doing with a bag that contained nothing more than a gun, some tax receipts, an axe and a picture of Christian Frederik Carl Georg Valdemar Axel. It was all very strange, but as long as there was going to be cake and whiskey Tsu didn't mind.

"Sure thing boss, it's in the car" Tsu replied, pretending not to know what special day it was either. Two could play this game. Although Tsu had never been all that good and often found himself getting in trouble for being caught cheating at Solitare. He still hadn't forgiven himself for that cheating either. He was a bit of a bastard. 

As the car meandered through the streets, the two watched New York laid out in front of them in all its glory. They had stop's to make and money to grab, but there was a feeling in the car that something bigger was going to happen. The normal laid back air was gone, replaced with something different. Something stronger. Something not so pleasant. And it wasn't just the smells from Fulton Street fish market as the car drove by at pace.

The extravagance and decadence of the roaring twenties had left their mark on the city. Years of glamor and wealth, highlighted by a massive construction boom across all five boroughs, resulted in skyscrapers dueling higher and higher right across the famous skyline. The Wall Street stock market crash in the late twenties had left a major impact on the city, at this stage established as one of the major financial centers around the world, but even in the depths of the depression opportunity and profit were there for the taking. Even the recently completed "Empty State Building", as the Empire State Building had become known for many years because it could not attract sufficient tenants in the bleak business climate, was able to earn a clever wise guy a few bucks if he knew which people to press and which pockets to line.

The city had seen its fair share of trouble in recent years. From the Castellammarese Wars, the Night of the Sicilian Vespers and the more recent bloodshed on the streets that left organized crime in the city in chaos things were now slowly coming back to order. On the West Side, Reggie and Mattsr were putting things in order. On the North, Daniella and Brant were equally getting everything squared away. Now, here in Brooklyn, Borkers and Faceman were putting the final steps in place to wrestle back control. This was going to be it. This was going to be the night it all took shape for Borkers. This was it and all that tit TsuDhoNimh was thinking about was his damn cake.  

[15:16:37] <&MafiaReturns> Borkers has challenged the Godfather.
[15:16:44] <&MafiaReturns> Shots have been reported at the home of the Godfather.
[15:16:48] <@Syndicate> oh man
[15:16:52] <&MafiaReturns> You can see the muzzle flash light up the windows followed by the deafening report of gunfire.
[15:16:55] <&MafiaReturns> There is a short period of silence, followed by a loud scuffle.
[15:17:00] <&MafiaReturns> You hear one single shot... and then silence.
[15:17:02] <&MafiaReturns> Borkers has taken over the position of Godfather.
[15:18:06] <Satanta> no way he'd have hit in one shot
[15:18:08] <Satanta> 7
[15:18:09] <Satanta> maybe
[15:18:11] <Satanta> but one?
[15:18:13] <Satanta> nahhhh
[15:18:23] <Satanta> I mean... congrats! 

And just like that, it happened. Over the wireless people were informed of the developments. Nobody knew how they got reporters so close to the action, but most believe they bribed The Potato for access to their top tier journalists. 

The Godfather is dead. Long live the Godfather! 

TsuDhoNimh noticed the crowds gathering outside of the headquarters when they got back. There was so much work to do he wasn't sure where to start. He had been so distracted with his birthday and all the thoughts of cake he'd completely forgotten Borkers had planned on killing the ol' Godfather. Like, we all have to prioritize and some of those smaller things can easily slip through the cracks.

Stepping out to the front steps, the dashing wee drunkard decided to greet the crowds with a few words. He loved the sound of his own voice, so this really wouldn't be a surprise to anyone.

Thank you to everyone gathering here today. I know you're all here for a very special occosion and a big party, one of the biggest ever! but sadly we're going to have to postpone my birthday celebrations a little and focus on ol' Borkers for a moment. I know it's a shame, but bare with me and we'll all get through this together. There might still be some cake!

Having stood next to the ol' axe wielding maniac, and by axe I do mean any sort of suggestive innuendo you can take from that statement, since my return to this thing of ours I'm genuinely delighted to see this happen. The man has been the definition of cool, calm and collected since his bloodline first joined this thing of ours back in its earliest time. His bloodline have continually been a rock others have turned to, the loyalist of friends and the most responsible of leaders time and time again. Selfless doesn't even begin to describe the man or any of his ancestors.

For those of you who consider Borkers a friend, please join me in toasting the gentleman in an honor thoroughly deserved and earned every step of the way. For those of you who don't, you should really look at fixing that. You're missing out on one of the truly great friends this thing of ours has to offer.

Congratulations boss. My words don't come close to doing you justice.  

Now, I have to quickly run and burn sacks and sacks of mail. You guys sure know how to spam. 

Tsu. 

Godfather Borkers steps forward from behind TsuDhoNimh, then spells up.

Thank you for every kind word Tsu. They are greatly appreciated, but as I've told you, you've played your part in this as well.

Either way, I brought a tonne of cake. It is your birthday after all. Didn't think I chose this day on coincidence did you? Simply didn't want to have two celebratitions. Cake is expensive you know.

The Godfather unveals the massive cake, with writing: Congratulations Tsu and Borkers.

Well cake's served guys. Dig in!

Congrats on GFC 

Santos notices his long time friend in front of the cake table and thinks to himself.(Fat muther fucker always digging into the food.) but he knows that if he were to utter those words his friend would have to react out of principle alone. 

Congrats God Father Borkers I know our ancestors would be proud to see you here today old friend. 

Santos grabs a glass of champagne off the waitress passing by , Here's to our God father Salude

Congratulations Godfather Borkers. Many opportunities ahead, make sure to grasp them.

Silvio Makes his way up to the new Godfathers body-guards outside the HQ who look him up and down and then gesture for him to wait Borkers nods and Silvio is let through but not before he has been patted down and his tiny Dillinger pistol taken from him as the guard takes it he says

"cant be too careful with your family history"

Silvio shakes his head with a smile and step towards Borkers and holds out his hand

"Congratulations Godfather Borkers I wish you the best of heath and luck in all of your future endeavours there is a new star in the New York skyline lets hope it shines bright for a long time" 

Silvio Bows his head in respect and leaves the Godfather to his other guests

Technical walked over to the cake and reviewed the other human's actions revealing their high energy levels. He stood there observing how everyone else was handling the celebration to determine how he should act in this situation. Triangles were being cut from the circle and placed on plates which were carried to tables for consumption. 

"Sugar, Milk, Egg, Flour."

Technical picked up a knife and carved a square out of the cake and moved it to his plate. He put the knife back where it came from and began using his free hand to protect the cake from any harm like a wall. Keeping his head down continuously focused on it as he walked over to Borkers and TsuDhoNimh. He glanced up at them.

"Congratulations."

Technical put his head back closely watching the cake while he made his way to one of the tables. After setting the plate down he used his finger to carve an equal sign followed by a close parentheses. He left it on the table to pursue his copy because he could not locate them anywhere at the engagement.

Faceman makes his way through the crowd to meet his godfather with a firm handshake, he pulls him in close and say into his ear whilst keeping the handshake

"To New Brooklyn and to New York may we do what is right"

Faceman breaks away from the handshake and smiles before heading off to exchange pleasantries with TsuDhoNimh

Sky listens in the crowd with all the rest, not really sure what had just happened. He had never heard anything like this before, but soon got a clear picture as the new Godfather Borkers was being congratulated. Not wanting to be left out of the celebrating he approaches the new Godfather, not wanting to be to overly forward and shake the man’s hand being such a low ranking member of this thing of ours. He did how ever have his new Cotton Candy pie and the finest bottle of scotch from is Fathers collection.

Offering a congratulations and the two presents Sky smiles and tips his hat, as he walks away he offers a smile to his new yet old friend TsuDhoNimh. With a quick wave he vanished from view and the crowd gather in the streets.

Well well well if Mister Borkers hasn't made it all the way to Godfather, it's a proud day for you and for everyone who knows you.  Congratulations to you mate you deserves it and I am happy my family returned to see it happen.

looks at the cake and slowly refuses a piece, "I have stopped drinking and I am sure there is a lot of alcohol encased within that cake"

Having been away on business Disorder had only been given the new via telegram. Acquiring some extraordinarily rare French Brandy on his way back through France, he got on a flight to New York and went immediately from the plane, by car to Borkers' HQ. Arriving at the familiar building, he went inside to and up to the new Godfather's office to see his old friend. Opening the door to the luxurious office, he was pleased to find Borkers and TsuDhoNimh in conversation over some city plans. Disorder gave a polite knock on the door and entered, placing the large crystal bottle on the desk, he embraced his old friend like any brother would his own family.

"My dear friend! Congratulations on taking your rightful place as Godfather and Chairman of this wonderful city. Its no surprise for sure but I'm no less delighted for it. To see you here now, with Tsu at your side, gives me great hope for the future. You are the right people, doing the right work in the right place. It bodes very well for our plans together as we continue forward in family and business."

He cast a hand toward the ridiculously overpriced drink and smiled at the two men.

"Now, while we are sober and able to tell the difference, lets drink this magnificent import. Once it and we are gone, we can go hit one or two of the less reputable spots Tsu keeps telling me about."

Smiling at hearing the news. "Congratulations sir. Well deserved!"