Silence and Securing
(Fat Tony POV)
"As you can see Mr Tony, with the lack of necessary funds from the rackets we can't exactly make many more big splashes as of late, nor get the equipment or goods to make it happen," Joey said as he handed yet another file filled with your various account information.
Old Joey was still in the Legitimate Buissnessmen's Social Club and had helped maintain the stashs of liquor that had been used to trade with the other citizens of Springfield during the "Dome Incident" as it was slowly being called, and unlike other associates remained despite the battle with the other gangsters that scattered or killed several of your associates and soldiers.
Hmm, perhaps the damage to our rackets was far more severe than even my own estimations and I assumed the worst.
"This is a problem, this has cut into our cashflow by at least…Eighty-five percent, It'll take months after the town is restored to begin hammering together contacts and re-establish the cashflow to normal levels." You said putting your hand through your hair and getting the sweat out.
"Any noticeable rackets we still have?" You asked, not wanting to scan through the ledgers again.
"We still have the illegal fireworks smuggling ring, it's in tatters but we still have a sizable stock left over from the Dome, as well as a few we turned into Improvized explosives." He said.
"Do we have anything involving our gambling rings? They were our biggest income." You asked.
"No sir, but we have an opportunity with Mr. Burns' Old Casion on the Lake Boardwalk. It was condemned a few weeks before the Dome was put up, due to the pollutants in the lake and became something of a homeless shelter. If we deal with it, and spruce it up it might bring in money." Joey said.
"When we find the time or find Legs, Louie or Johhny Tightlip to scope it out, it could be a real winner. " You wrote on a note down and sighed looking at old doodles and notes.
"Get Krusty Burger a good look, see if we can keep the old deal going, keep Burger King and Mcdonald's out of town." You remembered.
You then looked over the old Tobacco and drug trade rackets and smiled as you looked at the old Rat Milk Raket.
Joey was shocked as you half knowingly tapped it"Sir, you can't be serious in thinking of restarting the School Milk idea again its unseemly. Between the rats being eaten for food, and the health code violations we nearly caused it'll bring too much heat on us."
"I wasn't serious about starting it up again Joey…no unnecessary risks." You said. "Though if we brand it right we could get approval to expand the operation."
Joey rolled his eyes. "Sir don't we have other rackets let's be smart about this."
Heh it did bring in a lot of money during the School Year...heh, good times good times.
"I know I know." You said turning your attention to the Map of the United States, On the surface it was nothing more than an old used School map you pouched from a teacher in exchange for gun lessons while under the dome, but now it represented…
Possibility and Danger. "Joey…what is the old word on the street been churning about how things are going? When Abe told off Uncle Sam, I expected the wrath of all that was holy, instead, all we get is a slap on the wrist and nothing…"
"Not much to tell beyond things being stranger?" He said. "I've also heard of some New York type playing hardball, some kid named Dracon, never heard of this guy in all my life?"
"New Player?" You said.
"According to the Papers out east, the Dracon crime family's been around since the '20s. And theirs more where that came from." He said.
Hmm, Peculiar...very peculiar.
Looking at the current situation, Anthony admitted to himself that it would be better in most scenarios for the Mafia to cut their losses and move to another town, however, that in itself was a gamble.
Not only had things clearly changed around the world since they were trapped in that dome, but the balance of power had shifted, these 'Kings' for example each now holding their own section on crime.
Much like the Yakuza(The scars from that painful encounter still ached whenever he scratched them), the Mafia relied on an honor system of working with Political and Public figures, causing not too big a fuss to be avoided by Police and other groups.
Now, with these 'Capes' everywhere, it was practically a free-for-all, you couldn't perform a simple debt collection without getting caught in a fight between them.
Doofenschmirtz represented open crime, lowdown ones typically done to annoy others rather than any profit or attempts at causing panic.
Shego was an ambitious girl who was clearly attempted world domination, or at least trying to become a global superpower from the things he had seen, amassing military power and whatever capes she could.
Syndrome... well, he was just a villain pretending to be a Hero, it wouldn't surprise the mob boss if most crimes that happened in his city were organized by him too make himself look better when he 'saved the day'.
Xanathos and Doom though, were the closest thing to the Organised Crime that he was familiar with, but there was a simple problem there.
They were better at it than he was…
Not just better. superior.
A Fortune 500 company like Xanatos', with all the projects and other business locations, you could money launder a nation's worth of money from the residuals alone, and the government contract and RnD grants…it wasn't a Company or "King" in the traditional sense this was a full-blown under the Rug state within a state.
Not even the Cosa Nostra at the height of its power and influence could claim the resources and capital being flaunted at a simple dinner party with this man.
It made you almost envious…and you didn't get envious, you normally get creative.
And creative in the way that allowed you to make off with the Jewels as it were.
You shook your head at that, It'd be years before you think like that…now this Judge Doom, he was something you could see.
Owner of stocks in Mid Rage construction and gas companies in a "Shadow Megacorp" he worked to keep control via blackmail and extortion, bribery, and sometimes outright murder while keeping a veneer of respectability.
He was practically you if you bothered to enter politics or the Civil Service…as you would never be caught dead with such an idea. You had a rap sheet far too long to be a good one.
Ahh, you had a lot of work. "Joey…once we get our boys out of the woodworks, we go on a little fact-finding mission, and see what we can get."
Joey smiled at the plan wheeling in your head. "I think I can scrounge up something, but it will take some time."
"Time and Abe Simpson's patronage is the one thing we got…also let's refine the restaurant wing a bit, spruce up the place, and…think upon how best to present ourselves." You said smiling deviously.
"Shall I inform your tailor?" He said.
"Not yet, but soon, we are going to be very busy in the next few months." You said. "Very busy."
In his mind plans began to take shape, older plans were discarded or adjusted, and Failed ones were discarded. He didn't climb this far in organized crime by backing down, no he was going to conquer, no matter how long it took.
AN: Fat Tony gets a grip on the Situation after getting recruited, from where he's looking he's got a long up hill climb to become the Don of Dons.
Thankfully he's a man looking at a challenge, and going forward with all he has.
Edit: Thank you
@radioxaxa for being an editor and fellow author in this idea.