You couldn't have set the scene any better. Between the rain lashing against the sidewalk, and the pitch black that engulfed the streets was a beautiful combination. Two men walked the streets, smoking cigarettes and talking quietly to each other. One man was known as Petey Calhoun, and the other was me. We were on our way to a meet with a certain someone.

"You sure this is the place, Pete?" I ask Petey as we approach the door to club that had been standing for many years now. It hadn't been so popular ever since prohibition had kicked in, which was probably why he had chosen this particular spot to meet.

Petey gives me the nod and we go inside, one after the other. That's when I saw him sitting at the furthest corner booth in the place, surrounded by what seemed to be his bodyguards. Godfather Disorder sat drinking his drink, and chatting away to his men. I wasn't sure what he was expecting to go down, but this was a simple meet in my eyes. Saying that, the guy was a Godfather for fucks sake.

I approach Godfather Disorder respectfully, as we embrace each other with a handshake. We all sit down, and I put out my cigarette into the ashtray that was sat on the table. It was time to talk some business.

"So shall we talk numbers here? How much do you want?" I asked him graciously. He replies with his figure and I lean closer to Petey, allowing him to whisper into my ear.

"That's acceptable. I'll have one of my guys drop it off to you later tonight. It'll get laundered first though, so there's no problems in it being traced" I had the cash available to pay him. But naturally he didn't want to walk out of here with a bag full of money, no more than I wanted to walk the streets with it either.

He gets up and that was that. The meeting was over and the business had been handled. I'd been given the nod to take control of Blackbottom, out in Detroit. With Brent Corrigan over in Downtown, it seemed like Detroit would finally be doing some good business again. I had some pretty solid plans for the district and city, hopefully Brent had the same type of values.

"Petey, make sure this gets about. The other cities will need to know about this. Send word to James over in Los Angeles too. I owe that guy a steak anyway" I laugh to myself as I think about that. "Let them know that Boardwalk Empire will be operating out of Blackbottom, Detroit."

Kanan walked the streets as he loved following his mentor DonnieTheLionHeart around. He noticed Donnie congratulating a young man on his new journey as a crewleader. Kanan decided to follow suit.

"Jimmy, I first off want to congratulate you on your new endeavor and wish you nothing but the best. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to call up on me or Donnie." he said.