Retro Fixing

Let me officially post - I apologize. Reflecting on last session, I can now see that the "spinning in circles" I was witnessing was in large part you guys trying to get this information out of the world and I had failed to plan/design things that way. That is on me and going forward I will do better.
Enough of that, lets establish some lore. You guys went to numerous contacts and heavy hitters to get information and tea on the political situation in the 20th Ward. I role played all the character pretty darn well if I do say so myself, but I left out some important stuff. So, assume that all this occurred last session. Just give it all a quick read and then starting next session you guys can move forward and start planning.

Digging Up Dirt

Val would call Tommy back and apologize. There really isn't anything she can do. While there is definitely a smell about him, Rev. King has covered his tracks too well and she can't risk her already tenuous job.

A day later, Scoops calls Tommy and tells him he wants to talk. They meet at a diner.

Viv and I was talking. She mentioned something about a problem you are having down here. I love Viv to death, but she is way too innocent for this city. I ain't. You need to get dirt on this Reverend the old fashioned way. You follow him, you break into his place, you track down his allies. You do what you gotta do and you don't stop digging until you find the dirt. You and your guys want to know how to do it, all I'd ask is $300 and I'll tell you how its done.

Create a Scandal

Lenny Corvino sits on a fake chair in his phony model house built on a substandard foundation over something that whispers and longs for his dirty deals.

Its no use. This bullshit special election ain't giving you no time and that bastard King has somehow built an unbeatable lead. The only way to take him down is to destroy his reputation, either legit or otherwise. You gotta leak some documents that are just real enough to make people start asking questions. Of course they ain't real but by the time that gets out the "special fucking election" is long over. You go around to a couple of his goodie-goodie community leaders supporting him and 'convince' them to turn and denounce the son of a bitch. Hell, you stage some kind of 'incident' at one of his non-stop fucking rallies and tarnish the good Reverend's image.

Intimidate Him

Vinnie puts down his sub and looks over at Chunk

Yes, I am gonna finish that. Don't get no ideas! Now kid, here's what you do. You shake this motherfucker down just like you shakedown every other mook out there. There was this time, this was, what—spring of ‘27, right before Big Bill slithered back into the mayor’s seat. Word comes down that he’s startin’ to talk tough on vice again, cleanin’ up the streets, all that nonsense for the voters. Al don’t like that talk, not one bit.
So me, Frankie the Lug, and Nicky Two-Socks—we get invited to a fundraiser. Not invited-invited, if you know what I mean. We wait till the speeches start, walk right up to Thompson’s table with a little gift basket: cigars, good rye, and a copy of his own speech with red ink markin’ every time he said the word ‘morality.’
Frankie leans in real close and says, ‘Mr. Mayor, you got a nice reelection campaign here. Be a shame if it got... wet.’
Big Bill sweats through his collar in thirty seconds flat. Next day, he’s back to calling Al a “fine upstanding businessman” on WGN radio. Never mentioned morality again.
You send this sonofabitch a clear and obvious message. Jesus on his side and he ain't listening? Maybe his wife will. Or his brother. Or his kids. He brings in some muscle, you make 'em disappear one night. This guy ain't from the Yards or Little Italy, he'll be shitting his pants soon enough and Lenny Corvino is as good as elected.

Back Door Deal

She is allusive. She is coy, but she is a snake that apparently hasn't left her old hustler days as far behind as she likes to let folks believe, Cece through various coded and cryptic ways makes it clear,

If the Rev. King and Lenny both happen to end up going missing, there is no one left but me. And I would have to say I would be so grateful to whomever was responsible that they could pretty much consider themselves co-alderman of the 20th.