Dervin waited for the uproar that never came. He didn't expect his ascension to go so smoothly. While
reloading his gun, he watched a drunken old Rogue pass out taking a swing at his newest Underboss. He
laughed to himself and strolled over to Nathaniel.
"So, how's the new job treating you?" He asked with a grin. "It gets better. Probably."