"Boss, Godfather Deimne's on phone."

"Alright, I'm on my way."

SpaceMountain gets up from the pile of paperwork on his desk and exits his office to take the call.  The construction workers had gone on strike due to folks spreading news around the construction site about the operation being run by organized crime.  So many of the tools and supplies that were stolen throughout the night were later sold for a discounted price to anyone who would buy them.  These individuals had been identified and Deimne was supposed to call to inform him where he could pay them a visit.

"Hey Godfather.  What can I do for you?"

"Yeah, I can meet you there.  Be there soon."

Space hung the phone up and quickly grabbed his coat off of the rack and was out the door.  His driver was outside taking a smoke and quickly flicked the cigarette away when he saw Space trotting down the steps.  He opened the door for his boss and quickly hoped in to speed off to a restaurant up the street.

SM arrived at the restaurant to find Godfather Deimne, Sherminator and Tyrion waiting for him outside.  Something was definitely up.  The four gentlemen walked in the building and back into the executive room.  Upon entering the executive room, Space noticed an envelope on the table.  His name was written on the front and a few pieces of paper were hanging out of it.  Tyrion gestured for the man to pick it up.  It was a list of businesses in Los Angeles.  LA had been unoccupied for some time now and the locals thugs were getting rich from this.  It was time to return some order to the organized crime scene there.  Sketched on the back of the list was a map to a building.  Space looked up at Deimne rather perplexed.

"Space, that is a map to the current leader of this band of thugs.  These guys call themselves "The Forgiven" and the leader's name is Lionel Trufant."

"What business do we have with these thugs?"

"None yet.  You will soon though.  Space, I want you to pack your bags.  You've been great for us and New York as a whole.  My pockets have never gone empty and you've completed every task I've ever given you.  It's time to run your own syndicate, pal."

Sherminator and Tyrion begin to clap for the man as Deimne approaches and embraces him with a hug.  The other two walk over to shake hands and hug with the hero.  When the congratulatory embracing finally ends, Hoopi, RichardEnnebocks, Gwarble and Robert_Guiscard all walk in.  Tyrion walks over to Hoopi and pats him on the shoulder.

"Now that you all are here, we'll leave you to plan out a few things.  Enjoy your evening, gentlemen."

Deimne, Sherminator and Tyrion all exit and close the door behind them.

"Okay, fellas.  Here's how things will work for us out there.  I have a list of the new businesses we will extort when we're out there.  Apparently there's this gang out there that calls themselves "The Forgiven."  They've been running things recently since there are no wiseguys out there to take it from them.  Guiscard, I need you to arrange the flight out there tonight.  We're going to storm their HQ and end it in the first wave.  Gwarble, get the men together and arrange them to be transported to this address.  Hoopi, get a hold of George_Costanza and let him know he's getting a bump up.  This is how I want my regime to work.  Gwarble, you're to be my street boss out there.  You will command my capos, Guiscard and Costanza, and to keep me informed of all city issues.  Now, let's head out to LA."

A few hours later, the gentlemen land at the airport and are chauffeured to the Forgiven headquarters.  Guiscard, Ennebocks and Costanza all head around to one side.  Space, Hoopi and Gwarble to the other.  The gunmen kick down the door and storm through to start blasting.  A car load of reinforcements arrive and enter the building as well.  Several minutes of gunfire and screams are audible to those around the building.  When all was said and done, the six gunslingers finally make it to the last room.  Inside was Trufant hiding behind the desk with his .45.  Ennebocks kicks down the door and Space ran inside.  Trufant stood and fired three slugs into the wall right behind Space's head.  SM returned fire on Trufant, putting two shots in his head and three into his chest.  The man fell to the floor lifeless.

The heroes fled the scene and met up at Richard's Burnt Down Cafe.  The six of them celebrated with a few drinks and endless chatter throughout the night. There's a new sheriff in town.

Man, that was one rough night.  I'm used to playing out planned crimes and stuff--usually we're working on avoiding violence.  But this was different.  Fun, though.  Those Forgivens turned out to be real sissies, though, luckily.  And what lousy aim that Trufant guy had.  :George scoffs:  Some leader.

Sounds Like you  guys had a hell of a Night....What a way to start a New Reign in a New City......But the Greeks said it best man...what begins in violence will end in violence(that was the prediction made about Zeus's reign over the gods since he killed his father Chronos)