New York had sat empty for some time since the great Borkers and his regime were removed. The town had been so utterly without crime it had almost become a normal law abiding city again. The busy shipping port was going untaxed and all the boats' inventories were full. All local businesses were thriving. The money they'd been spending on protection was now being sensibly reinvested into things like upgraded facilities, redecorated restaurants, cleaner stores and a generally happier community. The whole city was smiling and people were stepping out with their families in new clothes, enjoying spending surplus money they were getting from fair minded business owners finally able to give hard working employees a pay rise. Life in New York was good for the common man. 

 Life in New York was quite the opposite for the corrupt and the greedy. Disorder had fielded a lot of calls and even a few visits from desperate dignitaries and officials asking and even pleading for him to intervene and put the situation to rights. For everyone who was benefiting from the lack of mob activity, there were just as many people losing out because of it. Police officers across the city, fire fighters, union delegates, shipping suppliers, local officials, the Mayor, the list went on and on. There was no doubt, New York was a multi-million dollar asset when run correctly. That much revenue couldn't be ignored and it needed controlling properly. Those in power were anxious for profitable normality to be restored. This was a big job and it needed big hands on it.

***

He had deliberated long enough. He knew the choice was right and the man was willing. It was time. He ran a finger tip down the condensation on the inside of the plane window. The engines hummed loudly and he looked at the scrolling scenery below, the splendid city made for an impressive sight. The morning light striking the sky scrapers as it rolled in and broke across them like a golden wave from the sea. The plane touched down and he was met by the Mayor and Police Chief. The three men getting into the back of a long black car. The final agreements were sealed on the way into the city and by the time the car arrived at the sight of the announcement, all was well in hand.

Disorder got out of the car and headed through the gathered crowd up the steps to the podium erected in front of the re-purposed building that would make the first new headquarters. He saw Frankie and embraced him warmly before taking a moment to absorb the atmosphere. The crisp sea air and warm sunlight made for a stimulating combination. He turned to the crowd and spoke.

"This fine city has stood empty for too long. Hell, a minute is too long here as we all know. It has been the desire of the local officials that we reinstate system and process to this place. It has been our desire that the mobsters we put here were strong enough to handle the scale of this operation. So it was that we did not want to rush this decision, and I am very happy that we didn't.

Frankie4Fingers is a fine leader and a good criminal. A socially considerate man who understands how to run a system as multilayered as the docks here and keep it making money for everyone, on both sides of the law. I am very happy he has accepted this challenge and I'm very excited to see how he develops the central district of Brooklyn here in this magnificent city."

There was a hearty round of applause. Disorder hugged his friend again then Frankie did the customary round of handshakes with assorted officials. Disorder turned back to the mic.

"I'm delighted to announce the arrival of the FCUM organization here in Brooklyn and would ask you all to join me in congratulating the New acting Godfather of New York, Frankie4Fingers!"

There was another round of applause. Disorder took a step back and nodded to Frankie to step forward and say a few words. 

Frankie4Fingers was not a man of many words in public, but that embrace with Disorder just took a little longer than it should have needed to take, and that really said a lot about the thankfulness of Frankie. He cleared his throat and stepped forward..

"It is a huge challenge and an absolute honour for me to bring back criminality to the fine city of New York. We will make the normal man fear once again, we will make corruption bloom, we will soon make sure many orphans, and yes, there will be many, will choose the prosperous path of the Mafia once again.."

He looked over at his crew and felt his chest was going to burst with pride as they had all worked so hard and because of them this was actually really happening..

"I want to thank my Godfather Disorder not only for this opportunity, but also for sticking his neck out for me when I was basically just entering this life of crime. I will now take the helm in New York with my trusty crew and make it shady and thriving, without ever forgetting who gave me this chance."

As he stepped back, one had to take a real close look at Frankie to see a tiny bit of moist in his eye, something he normally only had when silver birches were blossoming..