After making his escape, Boomer found himself in the city of Chicago. Confused, but satisfied to get away, Boomer began walking around, knowing he would need a way to make money in order to get by.
To his surprise, a nearby officer came: big, bulky, but what surprised Boomer was the cop arresting a man who was drinking from a bottle of beer.
"Hey, what are you doing? He's not doing anything illegal," Boomer said, walking over to the cop.
"Maybe not where you come from," said the cop, "but here in America, drinking alcohol is against the law. Has been ever since the 18th Amendment was ratified on January 16, 1919."
"Wait: you're telling me it's illegal to drink alcohol here?" Boomer asked, not quite sure if he heard correctly.
"Yes. Everyone asked for it. More moral it is. If you want to stay out of trouble, stay away from alcohol." He then hauled the man away, leaving Boomer just standing there, stunned.
"Huh! Who knew I could get in trouble just for drinking? Perhaps that's how I can get rich here: illegal goods always go for high prices. I'll need to find another drink to get addicted to. Then again, where did that man get beer if it's illegal to sell?"
Walking through the city, Boomer eventually came across what looked like a restaurant. Inside, there were some men speaking his native language, but some of the patrons were also drinking beer.
"I thought beer was illegal in this country," said Boomer.
"It is. We sell illegally. We are rich from all this, the Mafia is a good business associate."
"Wow! You actually manage to keep this hidden from the authorities?"
"Indeed we do," said the bartender. "Authorities are easy to bribe, believe it or not."
Boomer said nothing to this, instead, he took a seat.
"This Mafia, where can I find them?" he asked.
The bartender looked around, making sure there were no cops, before he answered.
"Right-a here. Please, follow me."
The bartender led Boomer into a backroom. At the end of a table was another man, this one looked to be in his forties: he wore a suit, a tie, and had a Tommy gun near.
"Hello, Francisco. Who is this? Another tax collector?"
"Don Marionatto, this man here came asking about speakeasys and bootlegging."
"Oh, did he now? Well," said the Don, turning his attention to Boomer, "you don't really look Italian to me."
"I'm not," said Boomer, "but I'm in need of money and enjoy doing it illegally."
"Like the attitude. Have a seat, We've much to discuss."
Boomer proceeded to do so, while the Don proceeded to take out a cigar and smoke it.
"Now, what is your name?"
"Boomer," he said, then gave a sigh. "Passing Through Boomer."
"Goodness, that's unfortunate!"
"Tell me about it: been laughed about it in school, that's why I go by P.T."
"Any crimes you committed before? Murderer, extortion…"
"Extortion, no, but I have murdered."
"Despite you saying that, I'm not entirely convinced," said the Don. "What makes you think, despite being non-Italian, you'll be a good asset for me?"
"I'll demonstrate," said Boomer, standing up. "Go ahead, shoot me."
The Don and bartender were taken aback.
"Come again?!"
"I said shoot me, you heard correctly. Load it all into my heart."
"Alright," said the Don, standing up and aiming the gun, "but for the record, I think you're a looney." He then fired the gun, all thirty bullets hit him. To the surprise of the Don, nothing happened: the bullet holes were there, but Boomer was still standing and breathing! "What?! How?!"
"Simple: I'm immortal," Boomer answered. "Long ago, I tricked a goddess into becoming my friend, and I then took her power. Now I'm untouchable."
The Don just stood there, stunned. Then he started laughing.
"I don't believe it! And all my life, I thought immortality was impossible! Yet here it is! Why, you're just the guy I need! But before I accept you, promise me one thing: no matter what happens, you will never, ever, betray the Omeretta. Is that understood?"
"Yes, it is," said Boomer. "Never will I betray you, Don."
"Excellente! Welcome to the Marionatto Family, P.T. Boomer!"
Thus, began Boomer's rise to power.
At first, Boomer started out as an associate, his main job would be to collect protection money from the various small businesses the Marionatto Family protected, along with some other members of the Mafia. Then, debts were also added to what he had to collect. Boomer didn't understand why people would ask for money from the Mafia, but still collected. While the jobs were boring, Boomer didn't really mind: he knew his rise to power would be slow and steady.
As the months passed, nothing much happened. Then one day, while collecting on their protection, Boomer ended up being called back before he could set off: two of the collectors had been arrested by the police and Don Marionatto ordered Boomer to take care of the store that ratted them out. His only order? Be sadistic: there was no mercy to be had this time. Indeed, Boomer went all out on this store, making sure the owner was dead. Afterwards, he took all the money the store had collected, giving part of it to the Don. The rest, he used to bribe a government official to let him take control of the store. So long as he got a cut of the profits at the end of every week, Don Marionatto had no problems with this.
Being clever, Boomer would take moonshine and disguise it as other drinks in his store. Before long, he had risen from a mere associate to an enforcer. His store sold disguised alcohol, and lots of fermented grape chunks. He soon found it was not easy both running the store and doing other tasks for the Mafia: when needed for the latter, he often had to close the store in order to do so, which led to him considering hiring employees of his own. It proved to be a good idea, especially since some of these were also members of the Marionatto Family.
His first big problem came when a massive convoy of police cars came up and barged in. Having expected this, Boomer bribed the cops with all the money he had collected that week. It worked, but now he didn't have any to give to the Don. He knew there would be big trouble if he was empty handed: even if he was immortal, Don Marionatto still wouldn't let it slide. His only option was to find another way to make the money, and he didn't have much time:it was Saturday, a day before he would be due to give the Don his cut.
So, he did something stupid that worked: he decided to use his magic to steal from a rival family. It wasn't easy, and he nearly messed up when one of the rival soldiers caught sight of him, but he managed to get away without the authorities learning about it. Nonetheless, this could've easily started a gangwar and he knew it. Thus, instead of lying, he told the Don everything the next day, and even demonstrated what his magic could do by teleporting him to Miami.
"Well, I guess I can let this slide this time," said Don Marionatto when they returned to his office. "But try not to use your magic too much: could bring too much attention."
After that, Boomer ended up placing a speakeasy in the storage room of the store, using the back alley for storage instead. After a while, people stopped coming to the store for some reason. Concerned about this, Boomer ended up closing it down, turning it into his own private residence that the Mafia would occasionally use for meetings. Boomer still made profits by learning how to brew alcohol, but now he mainly served it in the speakeasy he first met the Don in.
As 1922 gave way to 1923, what Boomer feared came true, though it wasn't because of the robbery: earlier, the same gang had gotten into a dispute with the Marionattos and peace proved impossible. Now, as 1923 came, the straw had broken the camels back and they were both at war with each other.
The streets of Chicago were in chaos, not as much as they would be during the war between the Chicago Outfit and the North Side Gang, but it was still chaos. Soon, those on the police force who weren't corrupt asked for military support, which came, if very limited. Nonetheless, it was still enough to drive the Marionattos out of Chicago for a while.
Ending up near Canada, The Don decided they would make a new territory, and use the train to smuggle alcohol. Nonetheless, he agreed to let Boomer plan ways to get back into Chicago, which would take a while. Thus, Boomer ended up focusing more on helping the Mafia bootleg from Canada than returning to Chicago. Years later, it proved to be a smart choice, as another, ruthless Mob Boss would take full control of the city by 1925: Al Capone. But we're getting ahead of ourselves.
As it turned out, the engineers were all too happy to get paid to smuggle some extra cargo: the best Scottish whiskey imported for the crown, an idea P. T. came up with. For this, the Don promoted Boomer again.
The flow of cash proved gigantic, and the bribes to smuggle more alcohol, be it stolen or not, increased,therefore bringing in ten times more cash. So much so, Boomer ended up building a casino in the area. He and the Don inaugurated it in grand fashion, as a giant middle finger to the government.
However, there was one thing that Boomer was bugged by. The boy who he tried to kill…but he couldn't figure out why.
He told two of his friends, Randy and Osbourne, about it. Both said, jokingly, that if he was so bugged, he could teleport back and kill him. Boomer laughed too, but knew at the moment, it wasn't an option: life in the states was way too good to go back now.
As the rest of 1923 passed, Boomer began to grow bored of just smuggling alcohol: he wanted to feel thrill, to feel excited, to feel a great big rush. So much so, he began to become sloppy and more aggressive. Eventually, the Don confronted him about it.
"You seem to be upset about something, Boomer," he said.
"I am, I'm bored," said Boomer. "I don't want to just do smuggling anymore: I want something that is full of action, more than just smuggling. I need violence, I need to attack somebody!"
"Easy there, P.T.," said the Don. "Unnecessary violence isn't really our thing. That said, I can see you're upset. So tell me: what do you want to do?"
So, he suggested a plan to the Don. A plan to take over another city. A city that had no mafia. Which city? Cheyenne. Getting there wouldn't be easy of course: they'd need to return to Chicago in order to catch a train heading to Denver.
"No we don't, we can just catch one from Seattle," said Randy. "The Union Pacific runs trains from there, I'm sure one of them goes to Cheyenne."
And indeed, they found one: the Portland Rose. The trip was fast and simple, and they were soon setting HQ in Cheyenne. But while they were doing that, they ended up running afoul of a gang that had already established themselves there, the Sandrigon Family, nearly ending in another war, for they were unwilling to share any of their turf. In the end, the Don had no other option but to marry off his daughter to their leader, Jack Sandrigon, who was 10 years her senior. Even so, Boomer felt like something else could be done, and it seemed the Don agreed.
"She definitely hates the man as much as I do. I think this is a good time to use your magic," he said. "But not now: we wait until after the wedding: as much as I hate the guy, it's very disrespectful to attack a Don during his daughter's wedding."
When the wedding took place, The Don put a good act up, pretending to be happy, but deep down, he was seething, knowing his daughter wasn't pleased. He had considered killing him, but there was no way that wouldn't end badly.
After the wedding, they returned to HQ where the Don discussed the plan with everyone else.
"Right, now my daughter isn't happy with her marriage, which means we need to get her out of it. Luckily, Boomer here has the ability to do so, but in order for him to do so, we'll need to distract the rest of the Sandrigons before killing Jack. That's why I brought all of you here. I sent our consigliere, Travis Bazonni, to spy on them, and from this, we know he's planning a honeymoon to Palm Springs. We'll need to stop him before he sets off, which will most certainly be sometime soon."
"Why can't we just kill Jack?" asked Randy.
"We do that, it will arouse suspicion," Don Marionatto pointed out. "He needs to be teleported somewhere he won't be able to return from so easily. But he always has officers with him, so we'll have to get rid of them first."
"Let's just bribe them," said a capo.
"I already tried, they're too loyal to Jack," said Boomer. "Killing them stealthily is our only option."
"Just teleport them away and all will be fine," said Osbourne.
"I don't know if that's really possible," said Boomer. "It's already taxing enough teleporting one person, I've no idea what many will do."
"That's fair, gotta guess," said Osbourne. "Alright, sneaking in at night it is. Question is, how?"
"I can answer that," said Travis, walking into the room. "He is in a motel alone. Wants to have privacy with his new wife. There won't be much security, and none of his goons are there. That will be the perfect time to strike. We will bribe any security that they do have, take care of those we can't, and teleport Jack away."
"Of course. Who should I take with me?" asked Boomer.
"I myself will be accompanying you," said Travis. "Two others will be enough, pick any you want."
Not to overextend ourselves, the operation was a success: Boomer transported Jack somewhere where he was never seen again. Afterwards, the authorities were bribed to turn a blind eye to the Marionattos and to arrest the Sandrigons. After all that, Cheyenne was theirs and only theirs. The Mafia began their usual rackets once more, and this time, nobody was around to oppose them.
When the end of 1924 came around, Boomer, who had been promoted to Consoigliere, got very unusual, very exciting news: The Don was retiring, and since he had no heir, Boomer would be the new Don.
"Is this true, Don Marionatto?"
"I'm getting too old to carry on this life," said the Don. "And you've proven yourself time and time again to be worthy and useful. You have my blessing."
After the announcement to the rest of the family, Boomer took up the post. For the rest of Prohibition, he would run a successful bootlegging operation, bringing the Marionatto Family into prosperity and wealth.
However, something was still brewing.