Erin sat at her desk in deep concentration as she looked over a stack of papers. Saxon had recently just appointed her as Intel specialist, as if she needed more work then she already had. Initially it took her some time to grasp all the coded messages but once she saw the patterns it was like reading a children's book. 

The thing was, the papers never stopped. One box of messages quickly turned into two, then three and so on. She was starting to become overwhelmed, she needed help. To her pleasant surprise one morning RoxieMalone walked into her office with a cup of coffee in hand. Erin took the coffee, smiled and took a big swig. She let out a big Ah in satisfaction. "Thanks, I sure as hell needed that. I swear these messages never stop." She flipped through the pile of papers in front of and glanced back up at Roxie. A spark of genius suddenly hit her.

"I have the best idea ever." Roxie sat there in a moment of confusion, which Erin could see all over her face. "How about I teach you how to decipher these messages, would go a lot smoother if there were two of us." Before Roxie could even muster an answer, Erin was already shoving papers in front of her. 

"Ok, so a lot of these messages don't really pertain to anything but we still have to go through them just in case. Anything that remotely doesn't seem or look right will go to the next step of processing." Erin pulled out a notebook which she had scribbled in, it was her how to book, she passed it over to Roxie. "So this is the key to everything, any potential pattern or anything it's in here."

Just then Saxon walked into her office with another box of messages.

"Seriously, you just brought me a box this morning."

Saxon smiled. "There's another 5 boxes on the way."

Erin growled, then took in a deep breath. "There's no room for all this stuff, the HQ is full all the rooms are taken. Where do you want me to put it all.

Saxon began laughing. "Yeah about that, you see there's a nice spot up in the Northern part of Chicago. Specifically an old mansion that has been vacant for a little while now. Was a bunch of crazy people that lived there prior, it would suit you well."

It took Erin a moment to realize what she was saying.

"Wait you're kicking me out? I thought you loved me." Erin began laughing. "Just messing with you, it will be an honor opening up operations up there. Plus will be nice having more people helping with these damn messages."

Erin looked over to Roxie, then back to Saxon.

"This one is coming with me."

After looking over some badly needed renovations to the new HQS especially to the basement Roxie stopped and took another look at the papers piles up in boxes.  She had to laugh to herself. She picks up the phone to call Boss Erin and people were on the phone.  We have to get rid of this party line right away. Get of the fucking phone. A voice Excuse me. Get off the fucking phone or I will come and kill you. Nothing but silence. I dialed the Boss. 

Hey Boss congrats on your new reign and I am honored to take this journey with you. You don’t have to worry about these messages. These people didn’t have a clue what they were doing.  These will be so easy to figure out.  They weren’t trained by the Masters of Mixed Messages.  Don’t worry about this mess we will have them solved and the results forwarded to Boss Saxon in no time.  You just concentrate on making North Side the best.

Roxie hangs up the phone and says to herself I wasn't very nice to those ladies.

  Demi was so plastered from her recent bar she just recently visit, She was found distorting some bums collecting money they owned for drugs and she felt it was time they paid up. A cop come around the cop and she booked it run off as fast as she could, Luckily getting away... She heard an uprise crowd gathered around to applauded the new leader of Chicago. 

 Demi stood in the crowd as she noticed the new leader was a old time friend of hers, She was so proud to be seeing her up in that stand to be giving an announcement about being given auth. Crowd began to get louder you heard cheers and shouts they were just as excited as Demi was to see her. Demi's kin has knew Erin's kin for some time they grew up together and she knew if anyone deserved a spot in the sunshine it was definitely Erin, She was the prefect candidate to bring good things to Chicago.

 Demi began clapping her hands and cheering on her friend she gave off a drunk smile towards her friend before walking off back into the streets.

Technical was helping bring in more boxes over to Erin's new location. He looked for the other boxes so we could sit them all side by side. Putting down the last of the boxes they had that day, he began counting them all to make sure they didn't leave any behind. Erin came into the room to verify that was the last of them.

"That's a lot of messages."

Technical looked at one to see what it was about and hands it to Erin after giving up.

"I don't understand. This is a nice place, I like it."

He continued to go to each room, absorbing the scenery.

Reggie struts into Mixed messages HQ like he owned the joint, he walks over pours himself a drink of whisky and takes a seat. Some minutes pass by and still sitting there waiting, a few people walk past flashing the occasional gaze in his direction he wasn't familiar in the North Side district it had been some time since he had been there, a loud cheer occurs and Reggie gets to his feet as Erin arrived and entered HQ. Reggie, casually gets to his feet and forces his way through the crowd in Erin's direction, he greets Erin with a hug and a kiss on both cheeks.

"Congratulations Erin, I shared this city together with your mother some years back, we slacked off somewhat and she would keep us in line a wonderful addition to the district whom we adored. I hope you keep the North Side spirit strong and join me in some maniac, crazy alcoholism some time"

Reggie places his hat on his head and walks out the door

FuegoSteve had just finished his collections for the day. The taco truck had been doing well being parked on The Strip in the city of sin. Fuego still had many friends to congratulate as the world continued to rebuild after the conflicts this past weekend. Congratulating his amigos in the windy city was a thing Fuego wanted to make sure he did. 

"Congratulations Senorita Erin. Let me know if there is anything I can do for you to help you make the transition to North Side easier."

After a long weekend and some things that needed to be done back in New York, Pseudo got on a plane to Chicago. He always did like the views of lake Michigan, the strolls by the pier…just something about the waves had a calming effect. As the plane landed Pseudo and his men loaded up  the cars and headed North past the view of the lake to this Mansion that was being rehabilitated. On their ride up, the entourage passes a lumber yard. Pseudonym asks to stop the cars. He strolls around the lumber yard and points at a truck filled with lumber. 

How much for that whole truck right there? 

The old man running the yard comes back with some numbers "Well that truck was in route to a destination, but given your offer….we have a deal" Pseudo motions some men to jump in the truck and they get back on the road to the Mansion. As the entourage pulls up to the Mansion, Pseudo cant help but notice boxes of MIXED MESSAGES everywhere. He jumps out his car and goes looking for Erin an old friend that had been jumping about cities more recently. She was a hot commodity in the mob market…a high riser, a high ranker and def not a wanker! 

Pseudo looks at the men working on the Mansion and asks "Where is she? Where is Erin at?" One of them men points towards the main door of the Mansion. Pseudo looks at his men and motions them to unload the truck from the lumber yard. You see all these boxes? They gonna need shelves? Shelves for days…shelves till there is no wall space! Start cutting some wood and putting up some shelves. 

Pseudo enters the mansion and is about to turn into a door that would lead to the basement…but he heard Dominick "No not that door sir, we going up stairs". Pseudo chuckles a little and runs up the stairs to go greet his old friend. 

It is always a pleasure to see you Ms Erin. There isn't a harder working mafioso in the land that deserves this more. Your attention to detail, your unbending resolve and your positive attitude to this thing of ours is something special. Not only are you a great mafioso, but also a great teacher of sorts to the young thugs of America. I have no doubt that you will deliver the bourgeois North Side back to the mob on a silver platter. 

As always you have a friend in New York!

Congratulation on your new job title as Acting GodFather of North Side. 

I wish you nothing but the best in your future endeavors. 

Dominick takes a moment to admire the outside of the headquarters, The Mansion, was it? There was just something about it, something familiar. Hell, the sight had given him a moment of déjà vu, there was just something but he couldn't nail it. With a shake of his head he'd dismiss it and follow Pseudonym into the headquarters. 

Again he was hit with that familiarity as they approached the first door, leading to the basement. 

"Careful, I hear there's some sort of raptor thing wandering these grounds. Wild huh?"

Dominick laughed some as they'd continue upstairs to greet that familiar face, Erin .

Congratulations Erin! I'm absolutely thrilled to hear the news. You've taken the North Side! Our family lines met here, and both my father and grandfather worked under this roof with your mother. From what I've read, there were very interesting moments here!

I wish you the best of luck and only success, you've earned it and I'm looking forward to our steps into the future!