James was in his office. It was time to start the day. There was a gathering crowd outside his home at the gate and he still had to address them also. He went to his closet and got out one of his best suits and put it on. After making sure that he looked somewhat presentable he called for his most trusted advisor Honesty. 

"you ready my friend?" he asked

"Lets do this" replied Honesty. 

James stepped out of his HQ and addressed the masses

"Good morning Ladies and Gents." he stated. As a lot of you may have noticed Brent-Corrigan is no longer with us. "

James took out a smoke and lit it

"To be perfectly honest, tensions had been building between our families for some time and I am not gonna go into the small details that are involved, rather I will delve into the larger details. I have given that man far more leeway than I probably should have. 

James paused a moment and took a drag of his smoke

"The problems that I am addressing as the reasons for his removal all fall under the category of respect. Roughly about a week ago, I had a telegram from him that stated that I had better get my then Left Hand, Whitey_ under control, as he felt that my hand had disrespected him.  I called a meeting to discuss this and read over the telegrams that these two gentlemen had exchanged and told Brent that there was no disrespect involved in those telegrams, and at that point the only person showing disrespect was him. I told him that I would speak to my left hand, as I agreed that my hand could have approached things a bit differently. Brents over reaction was beginning to spread discord among the Upper Structure.  It wasnt until Brent moved to Detroit that he finally let that incident go. 

After we exchanged a few more words, Brent and I decided that in order to keep the peace, It was best that he moved to Downtown, Detroit and he could do whatever he liked in that city. I thought that moving him over there would alleviate the problems, clearly I was wrong. The problems continued with Brent even after he had moved. On a separate instance, he once again showed me disrespect by telling me that his interactions with my upper structure and my members, was none of my business and none of my concern, even though one of my members and one of my upper structure approached me and made it my concern and my problem. This was my final straw. I could not continue to work with him, So I removed him. 

Whitey leaves his room in the hq, noticing James and Honesty preparing themselves to address the crowd. As they stroll past him he join's them in the talk to the masses. He pivots toward the left of James, sliding out a cigar and a light. He's ignites his cigar, placing it in between his lips taking a puff simultaneously. He folds his arms, furrowing his brow as he listens in on the dialogue. From time to time nodding toward the key points validly stated. 

"All dog's go to heaven".  

So you moved him? You and all your 'authority' moved him to Detroit?

Tywin, My authority stretches to the boundries of LA/DT. 

As far as him moving, to DT? Well the necessary authorities of him moving him to DT were all involved and necessary payments were made. I could have shot him while he was still in LA for some of what he was doing but decided to try and let diplomacy take its due course. When that failed, yes I flexed my muscles and I killed him. 

Tywin

I am gonna be perfectly frank with you. Your opinion means jack shit to me, especially since you have killed others for much less.  I am not interested in getting into a dick measuring contest with you and this is the last i am gonna speak with you on this matter. 

I am pretty sure that if the other family heads of DT and LA had an issue with me removing Brent, they would have said as much, to which they haven't.  With that said, we are done here.

Oh snap Shaggs just whipped it out and knocked that dumb confused look off your face there James. Ouch bud...ouch.

Though this is the most public place of speaking in this thing of ours, how can you come out here with such topic and when it doesn't go your way you try to say 'we are done here'. That's sour.

Tammy watches confused, as once again someone does something mafia-y and there are still some people who are surprised by it. 

"Why does every street appearence end up in a shit slinging match, can't people at least be civil to each other, times are tough and people get hurt, we just gotta get on with living and cherish every moment as you never know when your last day will be."

Donnie threw in his thoughts, he wasn't really after any attention but he always drops by for a passing comment, he twiddles his thumbs and lingers for a moment.