Cain was in his office holding his knife. As he looked at it, memories from 21 years ago started to flood back up again. Cain was with his Uncle Frank in Wynwood, Miami. They greeted each other with some shadow boxing. "I told you it would work." said Cain. Cain revealed his bones to Frank which had test answers written on it. "Teachers didn't catch you?" asked Frank. "If they did, I would've failed and dad would've been all over my case." Frank started shaking the graffiti can, chuckling. "I can't lie. You've got impressive skill." Frank started to paint on the wall. "Yeah, well I don't have a choice. You know how he is. Anything less than successful is a complete failure." "Little impossible for me to not know given that we were both wombmates." Frank had finished his art depicting a blue griffin flying over anchors. "What do you think?" asked Frank. "Man it looks so cool!"

Frank handed Cain a can. "Go on, spray something." "What do I spray?" "Anything you want. The world is your oyster. Go off what your gut says." Cain thought about it for a while and came to a conclusion. He sprayed for a while before completing his piece. It was a yellow knife with a skull on the hilt being held by a leopard in a hoodie wearing a bandana. "Interesting. I won't ask how you came up with it, but it's really awesome. I'm really glad to be spending the night here." "Why's that?" asked Cain. "My boss. Me and my boys have been workin' way harder than his official men and we ain't gettin' our fair pay. He's practically working us like dogs." "What? That's so unfair. He should be paying you guys more." "Glad to see someone understands. Can't believe my boss is dumber than a 12-year old. And to make matters worse, he lines his own pockets with all that money WE work hard to earn. He acts like being security is so easy. Can't even bother to help any neighborhoods other than his own." 

As they were walking in Miami, Frank glanced over a fence and immediately stopped. "What's wrong, Papi Frank?" "Look." Cain took a look and saw Abramo Rossi standing with some Mafia Soldatos. Facing them was a man tied to a pole beaten within an inch of his life. "Hey, isn't that Barrett? And what's Caesar's dad doing?" asked Cain. "Before you die, I want you to understand why this is happening." "I already know why. It's cause you're a piece of shit who likes to profit off my community's pain! Your casinos are nothing but a curse to my friends! You're making them throw their lives away!"

Rossi walked over to him and grabbed his chin. "All I am is an outlet for people to act on their demons. I didn't push them to throw their lives away. They did that all on their own. They were animals, so I let them lose their souls. Still, to think you actually tried to shoot up my place of business. Given their lack of awareness regarding my activities, I could've handed you over to the police. But I decided this would be way more satisfying."

Rossi delivered some punches to Barrett before taking a pistol and shooting him square in the face. After witnessing such an event, they went back to Wynwood. "Holy shit. That was insane." said Cain. Frank was trying very hard to process all of the events he just witnessed. "Something tells me filing a complaint will be a bad idea." Cain processed those words and realized what they meant.

In the present day, Zoocreeper was a fly on the wall inside Cypress Industries. He watched as Curtis put in the combination to open the safe and saw him put the weapon inside. He followed Curtis and watched as he opened a biometric scanner door with his hands and pressed a button that activated lasers that surrounded the safe. After everyone had gone home. Zookeeper turned into an ant and walked under the crack of the door. He hit the button, disabling the lasers. He exited the room the same way he entered, turned human, entered the combo, and took the weapon. Afterwards, he went to the bathroom, opened a window, and flew out as an eagle while carrying the weapon. 

Cain was about to go to bed when he got a phone call and was relieved to see that it was Zoocreeper. "What is it?" asked Cain. "I've got the weapon. I left it out in your backyard on the bench." Cain smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. "Ahh, thank you so much. You have no idea how stressed I felt not having it. Now that lady won't target me anymore." "No problem." Cain started to get a sinister look on his face.

The following day, Tyson was training with Liquor Don inside a gym. They were in a boxing ring and Tyson kept trying to land punches on him. He dodged every single one and rocketed one towards Tyson's face. He dodged and elbowed Don's arm. Tyson tried to elbow him, only for Don to avoid it and push him away. Frustrated, Crocodile turned into a swamp monster.

However, before they could begin to exchange blows, Tyson's phone went off. He reverted back to normal and answered the call from Cain. "What is it? Seriously!? You sure you wanna do that? I'm not sure we could pull it off. Oh, I see. Alright." Cain hung up the phone. "It sounds like Pardus has something big planned." said Liquor Don. "We're going to help him take out that lady from before." said Tyson. Don's eyes shot up with intrigue.

"Oh, I see. That seems rather daring for Pardus to do." "Well, the thing is, all of us are gonna help. And his plan will also allow us to get The Convocation off our backs as well. The only aspect I'm not fond of is that I likely won't get the pleasure of waxing that Convocation instrument who did this." said Tyson as he pointed to his scar. "Don't worry. After we complete this task, I'll help you track down that tool so you can kill him yourself. After all, with the training you've gotten from me, Pardus, and Scars, he'll need a miracle to breathe, let alone win."

At night, Gilroy and the lady met at The Seaboard Marine just like before. But this time, Gilroy was accompanied by Crocodile, Liquor Don, and Zoocreeper. "That's strange. You're all here for the sake of your boss, yet he's the one I said was required to be here." said the woman. "Unfortunately, my boss was unable to show up for this meeting." said Gilroy. "Isn't he the one who called for this in the first place?" "Unfortunately, he felt more brave than normal and ate something that didn't agree with him." said Tyson. The assassin put his hand on his mask. "You know what? As long as you people can fulfill your end of our bargain, I could really care less about what's currently afflicting your boss. Now hurry it up!"

"Woah, calm down, all right? Zoocreeper?" asked Gilroy. He opened the briefcase containing the weapon. "Here you are: The Dilution Hand." said Tyson. She took the weapon from the briefcase. "Hold on boss, I have a question before you give this thing over." said Zoocreeper. "What do you want?" "Why did you want us to steal this thing? Didn't you know we had Disequilizers we could sell you? And if you didn't want to pay for them, why not try to take those instead?" 

"I never even disclosed this information with your spineless excuse of a leader. Why on earth would I inform a mere underling about my intentions?" "Maybe because this mere underling was the one who got this weapon for you in the first place. After dropping it off at his place, I had to go back, close the window I escaped out of, and get out through the doors as a house fly. It's not like we're even gonna get in your way so can you please enlighten me?"

"Is that so? Well then. I suppose I can reward your efforts. I'm aware of what Disequilizers can do. Unfortunately, so are most people. This weapon, however, is brand new. It's an ace that no one else is aware of. And currently, no one has any countermeasures. Our ambitions will increase in success guaranteed." "Hold up, follow-up question. How exactly do you know all this if no one else does?" "That's because our team has a mole inside Cypress Industries. Given their incredible technology resources, it only made sense to hire a mole for some juicy secrets. Now then, give me what I deserve." 

Gilroy took the gun from the briefcase and shot her. "What? What are you doing?" Gilroy signaled at Tyson to attack. He transformed and fired mud at the assassin that reeked, distracting her. Tyson proceeded to use his power to tie her up. "What the hell are you doing? Do any of you understand the absolutely idiotic decisions you're making?" she said. "Look, we're just doing our jobs, alright? If you wanna be mad at someone, take it up with my boss." said Gilroy. He signaled at Zoocreeper and Liquor Don to kill her.

The assassin created threads from her hood and used it to slash the faces of everyone there. Shee then took the Dilution Hand from Gilroy and fired it at Tyson, weakening the vines and allowing him to break out.

Before anyone knew it, the assassin seized Gilroy and held a knife to his throat. No one dared to make a move. "Alright, considering I gave you an explanation of my motives, I believe it's only fair you do the same. Wouldn't you agree? What the hell was all this about?" "Pardus' plan was for us to kill you by shooting you with the Dilution Hand and having all four of us take you down." said Gilroy. "If you killed me, my team would've found out and they wouldn't have utilized any efficiency in killing you. They'd have made it as slow and brutal as possible." "Good. Because those Convocation agents deserve it." said Zoocreeper. "What are you talking about?" "After we were successful, we were just gonna say some Convocation agents killed you instead of us. That way, we can get rid of our more bothersome opponents and you all at the same time." said Tyson. 

"Really? And your boss is the one who came up with this idea?" "Yeah, you'd be amazed at the kind of planning this guy can do." said Zoocreeper. "Well, you did get the weapon for me and your plan was rather well thought out. The only lapse in judgement regarding this plan is that it was against me. But if none of you try to repeat this failure of a plan, I'm willing to forgive you all for it." The assassin put the knife away and left the scene. "I think now I get why Pardus doesn't like to get involved in danger like we do." said Zoocreeper.

At night, Cain was looking outside of a window when Gilroy appeared next to him. "Sorry that went poorly, boss." "Why couldn't you guys succeed? Now this assassin is probably going to use me for as long as she can and keep threatening my life and I'll never be able to sleep soundly again!" "Look, maybe you're taking things way too far. In case you've forgotten, you're the boss of a criminal empire. You can always hire these guys if you want." "I suppose so. I could probably trick them into trying to kill someone, only to spring them into a trap. But it's too early to be doing that. Damnit. This would be so less stressful if I had any of Rossi's allies. But those stupid old men would rather cling to some stupid, exclusive tradition than accept change. I'm the one who took the Hard Rock Hotel for my control, not Rossi. He could never do that. They will learn to accept me!"

"We can give them a good reason. All we have to do is take the Seminole Casino and there's no way they'll be able to refuse you of respect." Cain started to cheer up. "Yeah, you're right. Once we get them on our side, this assassin and The Convocation will be a thing of the past. Thanks for the talk, Gilroy. You really are just a pick-me-up, you know?"

Cut back to 17 years ago when Cain and Caesar were hanging out in his room, playing air hockey. Cain felt pretty angry being around Caesar given the knowledge he had regarding his father. As a result, he got scored on. "Man, this is almost too easy. Dude, focus." "Yeah, yeah, you're right." Cain put his hand to his forehead. "You okay, man? You look like you're about to shoot someone." "Did you know your dad's a Mafia Boss?"

"Uh yeah. How do you know that, actually?" "That's not important. When did you learn about this?" "I had this talk over a year ago. Is it bad? Obviously, but it's what pays the bills." "I just wish he wasn't such a selfish prick." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Please. The only thing your dad cares about is his own community. Why can't he bother to pay his associates like my uncle properly? They're working harder than the soldiers but keep getting paid less."

"Disposing of opposition is a very integral part, I won't lie. But they're not part of the family." "Oh yeah? Why not? Because they aren't Italian? Well, if you ask me, that should be all the more reason why. After all, seems you people don't give a single shit about the people you don't call family." "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were suddenly a beacon of generosity." "Maybe if I was in charge, I would be."

Caesar scoffed at the idea. "You in charge? Don't make me laugh. You're not Italian, so you wouldn't be able to inherit it. You couldn't even serve as a Soldato." "Apparently, you didn't hear me. Being Italian makes me way more qualified to run your Mafia. Once I graduate college with a Master's in Business Management, I'll have learned everything I need to know about the business to smoothly operate it."

Caesar's hand glowed blue as it was covered in cosmic rays, causing Cain to get scared. "You really expect me to believe someone like you is capable of running this joint? What a joke. Maybe if you weren't such a limp-dick pussy, I'd feel threatened." Cain grew angry. "Just watch. I'll prove that I can be a better Mafia boss than you or your dad!" yelled Cain. He left angrily.