Curtis cracked another pistachio and cast the shell on the huge mound in the bowl between the two loungers him. Throwing the nut into his mouth he took a long drink of the unpronounceable rum based cocktail from the ostentatious glass beside him. The ocean breeze gave pleasant relief from the intense sun as he gazed out into the azure blue field of perfect water and sky before him. He looked over at Guevara who was ill at ease in the decadent Havana Hotel surroundings and more so with the idea of being waited on. 

"Too much work and war can take it's toll on a man. Every worker needs a rest Che, you should try to relax."

The Cuban sand was hot outside the shade of the beach umbrella and the huffing, puffing face of the waiter as he hurried back and forth with increasing numbers of drinks, did nothing to relax Guevara's socialist ideals. Each time the guy came back with more cocktails he would get a larger and larger tip. Curtis just chuckled as Che failed to connect the ever increasing tips with the ever increasing haste and enthusiasm of the waiter. In the end Curtis grabbed the waiter by the arm and spoke to him in reasonably clear Spanish.

"Siéntate a mi amigo. Tómese un descanso y relajarse un rato."

Guevara's eyes nearly popped out of his head with surprise. The waiter took some persuading but he took a seat, another tip and a drink and relaxed. His manager wandered past, Curtis just waved a hand and he left them to it. Guevara was still stunned.

'Jefe, I had no idea you could speak Spanish?'

"Only when I'm drunk. Anyway, I've been thinking and I can only do that in English. Che... We need to expand. I'm going to give you your own family. "

He took another sip of his drink and winked at the waiter who'd kicked off his shoes and settled into his new role of beach companion quite well. After giving Guevara a moment to absorb the information he went on. 

"You are a natural leader and your brand of rampant idealism is just what we need in Brooklyn. While we've been here taking in the communist sunshine, I've had the building the other side of Barry's Warehouse fitted out for you. Its all deep red and black inside, you'll love it. You'll need a name though."

Without waiting for a response Curtis stood up, dropped his towel and looked down at the surprised waiter.

"Mi amigo, ¿me trae el teléfono por favor?"

The waiter leapt to his feet and darted off toward the hotel to fetch the long cabled beach phone. Curtis strode off toward the ocean, bollock naked. A great mountain of a man, he cut a proud figure as he glided across the sand. Throwing himself into the water he ducked and played in the waves with the elegant grace of a great sea creature. Eventually he walked out of the waves and left the sea behind, swinging his lengthy way back toward the loungers and Umbrella. On arrival he found the waiter had returned with the phone and cocktails for everyone, including one of his own, and was now deep in conversation with Guevara about the situation with the hotel's working conditions. Curtis stood in front of them for an uncomfortable moment, unashamedly naked and dripping wet, before wrapping himself in a large beach towel and sitting down beside the phone. He picked up the receiver and called Barry in New York. While he waited for the runner to go and prize Barry out of whatever devious sexual exploit he was currently involved in, he turned to Guevara and asked.

"We're going to need a name for your operation."

'The Union.'

Barry made it to the phone and after enduring a short story that involved eggs, a duck and a one eyed midget with a gun, Curtis managed to tell him to get the mason to carve the new name on the building. He hung up the phone and turned to Che.

"Now my friend, we get very drunk."

...

A few days later they arrived back in New York. After some time back at HQ dealing with the natural backlog of work, Curtis called around the various dens of iniquity and found Barry, he then sent word to the Ludus to get Batiatus out of his day long sauna, sex and oil routine. Both men called their respective groups to assemble and prepare the new building for the party. With everything in place Curtis met Che in the bar downstairs and shared a quick shot before they both walked across the street to the new building.

There was a crowd gathered around the doorway and the customary veil over the stone block above the door. The buffet and band had been set up inside this time due to the New York winter weather but the announcements would always be with the unveiling of the new sign. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, mobsters and molls, I have called you here today to celebrate a great addition to the Brooklyn enterprises. This man had had nothing short of an meteoric impact on our business and been an absolutely outstanding mobster from day one. I would go on to list his many attributes but his presence has been felt all over our community and I defy anyone to think of a more worthy individual to take this natural step. "

Motioning to the mason beside the veil, he draw the chord and the large silk sheet fell away from the new stone sign.

.

The Union

A Division of Factory

.

"Ernesto Che Guevara... Fuser, it is with immense pride that I authorize you to start this family of your own. May your time as a leader only go to publicly demonstrate what those of us close to you, already know. Congratulations to you my friend and comrade!"

There was a round of applause and cheers as Curtis embraced his friend than made his way to the top of the steps on his way to the bar and party.

"Ok then... Lets get pissed!"

Guevara had not spent the downtime in his adopted country lightly. Cuba was in a magnificent position; a gateway between the production of the south and the consumption of the north. Unlike Mexico, whose borders were fiercely patrolled and interior tightly managed, Cuba enjoyed a degree of freedom, despite being a mere 95 miles from the coast of Florida.

Che used his time in Havana to strengthen old relationships and forge new ones, for one simple reason: importation. With its base of operations in Brooklyn, Factory and its associated enterprises sat on one of the biggest, busiest ports in the world and it was time to exploit that fact. with control of the port, and Guevara's Latin-American contacts, Curtis' organisation would no longer have to be passive participants in the drug trade, instead they would have the power to control the narcotics prices for the city and indeed the majority of upstate New York.

Naturally, this was a huge boon for the Italian organised crime syndicate but the benefits to Guevara himself were considerable too. Rural farmers in the global south were notoriously exploited by the US and it's rapacious demands, and by controlling imports the Argentinian could ensure higher profits for Curtis, Batiatus, Barry and himself along with providing a better wage for the impoverished granjeros south of the border.

...

Back in New York, Cuban concerns were the last thing on Che's mind. Once established, the import/export business essentially ran itself and he knew he'd do better to concern himself with local problems. Originally, the mob remained opposed to striking - workers not working meant a loss of profits. In line with his beliefs, though, Che managed to convince his boss to allow him to operat to the opposite intention, and carve out a completely new kind of business opportunity in the big apple. 

If The Union acted as a militant force to protect the strikers, the benefits could be huge, Che argued. Every worker in New York would have a reason to unit with Factory and the mob would control the overwhelming majority of labor within the city. Again, the incentive to act from a criminal point of view was obvious, but once again Guevara was able to combine criminality and his own moral imperative; protecting the rights of workers and ensuring more profitability for his employer was a win win scenario.

All of this was swirling around his mind when he finally was snapped back to the present to hear a baritone Mancunian accent boom "Let's get pissed!". He opened his mouth to argue - he was ready to get right to work - before thinking better of it. Smiling wryly to himself, he clamped his battered cigar between his teeth to flash a pearly grin at his comrades. Perhaps one night of fun wasn't so bad after all.

I haven't the slightest clue about most things Che says to me, so I usually just smile and nod along. What I do know is this, he has a cracking mind for this business, he cares about this city, and he's kept Curtis from killing that wackjob Chris_Vaughn for some time now. I'm pleased to celebrate this expansion, and I'm pleased to know that I don't have to guess at whats being said around the HQ any more. To your success sir, you've earned this chance to shine and further expand the big apple.

Congratulations Comrade Che Guevara. It's a great day for New York to see you step into your new role. Those of us that were fortunate to spend time with you are already well aware of the tireless work you've done for the city, the cool head you bring to even the most heated of occasions and the clear vision you have for all you survey. These qualities are exactly what a city always needs and help form the cornerstone of any great leader. We here at The Factory shall miss your cigars and your wit equally, but it's very much a bitter sweet moment that is strongly tempered by the joy we feel on your new venture.

Go forth and spread your manifesto Guevara, we look forward to watching the fantastic results you shall achieve. 

I raise fucking glass to Guevara in honor of his new esteemed position among Brooklyn's men of prominence. As always, Godfather Curtis exercises great judgement in his selection of leader, similar to weeks hence when I saw my own status elevated. Hail Guevara! May your run be a fruitful one, and may your seed impregnate only the finest of women in our lands, and may your revolution be spoken of for generations to fucking come.

For once, Chris thought it only right to stay out of the limelight. This was Guevara's time to shine, although he couldn't understand why everyone called him Che, when his name was obviously Eddie. Well maybe one quick speech, after all, Eddie had chosen him to help launch this new venture.

Finally... The Rock has got the hell out from under Curtis's shadow, just a pity no one can escape the shadow of Barry's 33lb head. And Ragnarok, know your role and shut your mouth jabroni. The Rock is no wackjob. Seriously though, the Great One can think of no one better suited for this next evolution in the Factory's business plan than Guevara, especially as Curtis was limited to Ragnarok or Stig of the Dump as alternatives. But that's not to say you are the best of a bad bunch, just that you are the best. The Rock is honoured that you have chosen him to come along for the ride, together with the millions of Union members in New York City, and the millions... and millions of the Rock's fans, we will be an unstoppable force.

The Rock vows to do whatever it takes to make the Union a shinning beacon not just in New York, but across the 6 cities, the whole of the United States and the world. You and the Rock are about to start filming a new major motion Picture epic, entitled... well it doesn't matter what its title is. Rest assured when it's all said and done, and all the smoke has cleared, and the millions and the millions of The Rock's fans have finished chanting his name, Ragnarok will still be a jabroni, Barry will still have a 33lb head and Guevara will run the best damn crew in all of Mafia land!

There's only one last thing that The Rock needs to do, before you get shit faced drunk. You see the Rock's fans, they all want the Rock to raise the People's Eyebrow, they all want the Rock to drop the People's Elbow, layeth the smacketh down with the Rock Bottom, and they want to hear without a shadow of a doubt the most electrifying line in Mafiadom, period. And here it is...

If ya SMELLLLLLLLALALALALALAOW what The Union is cooking...

This is indeed a day for celebration. The foresight of the Godfather of New York has once again resulted in furthering our presence in the city by affording Guevara his own spot within this most wonderful of places that we all know as home.

I have witnessed firsthand the meteoric rise in prominence of this man, from his early days running the George Street Grain racket to the position now bestowed upon him by Godfather Curtis. His ability in those early days was clear, and concise. The financial appreciation of what makes good business sense is of paramount importance within this world, and I see this in abundance within Guevara. This, coupled with a confident stance in public and a management style which delivers the goods every time, will see him succeed, and contribute greatly to the future growth of the Family business interests within New York.

It has been a pleasure working alongside you Guevara. You will be missed within the hallways of The Factory, but I look forward to seeing you grow even stronger within hallways of your own.

Congratulations my friend, may the angels of prosperity forever be by your side............
 

Bravo bravo! Congrats Che Guevara! I love the Che <3 Well deserve it tho, Go and build a great revolution brother, Cheers! 

Barry had received and ignored numerous calls from Curtis. Ever since he had left The Factory, the old boy just wouldn't leave him alone, trying to pick his brain on everything from which tie went with which shirt, right down to which of Chris_Vaughn's personalities was going to be in need of the harder kick up the arse. Given this predilection towards the mundane, it was quite a surprise when the Godfather had actually wanted something for a change and Barry had made his best effort to be on time for the party.

The following day he arrived at Guevara's door, the building adjacent to his own base of operations.

Guevara, you're a fine specimen, of that there is no doubt. Days spent training on the sands of Batiatus' ludus and nights tirelessly toiling in the bowels of Factory have given you exactly the right levels of respect and appreciation for capitalism which will ensure you succeed. You've done well to ignore the many idiotic things Chris Vaughn has said to reach this point and if you keep on ignoring him, like the rest of us do, for the rest of your days, I have little doubt you'll be a complete success.

Ivan heard the commotion coming from the streets. It was the news of his rebel friend, Guevara, getting his own headquarters. It wasn't really news to Ivan as he thought Guevara was a natural born leader just waiting for the opportunity.

Che, it must go without saying that you were indeed right for this role. I sincerely wish you all the best with this opportunity. 

Wild entered the hall where the celebrations in honour to the newly formed family of the communist called Guevara have just started.

Congratulations Guevara, lead your family to greatness and glory, Cheers!

Wild shook Guevara's hand and headed towards the bar, hoping that he will find there a lady in a mood for dancing.

Hearing the news from Chicago of Guevara's new family in Brooklyn, PaulHeyman thought it absolutely necessary to make a trip to the Big Apple. The irony of Che being based in one of the world's financial centres had not escaped Paul, and he was sure Che would be using his newly-discovered power to oppose the evils of capitalism in vigorous fashion. Following the speech from Curtis, he stepped forward to offer a few words himself.

"Guevara, I am absolutely delighted to see you here today with the blessing of Godfather Curtis to start your own family. As you well know, the destruction of the capitalist consensus will only occur through revolution. Indeed, your rise to power in a world financial hub will be central to the glorious revolution, and I am sure that we in the Suburbs will stand shoulder to shoulder with you in the overthrow of capitalism, in order to create an egalitarian society within the nation."

"¡No Pasarán!"

Paul hands a box of the finest Cuban cigars to Guevara, and raises his glass as a toast to New York's new glorious leader.

Maria had been a little tied up in Chicago, so it took her a couple of days to hop on a plane out to New York to congratulate Guevara on his recent auth. She'd heard some interesting ideas were coming from Guevara, and she was keen to hear a little more on this. She was always interested in that type of thing and she was sure that if she could catch Guevara for a drink, there could be many an interesting conversation to be had. With a bottle of fine malt whisky, fresh off the boat from Ireland, in her bag, ordered the driver she frequently used on her visits east to find her Guevara. 

When the car pulled up, she jumped out of it, and walked over to Guevara to give him a hug, handing off the bottle.

Congratulations, old friend. I couldn't be happier to see you wearing a bold suit, yours is a bloodline that typically makes this place many times more enjoyable a place to be and I look forward to enjoying more of what you bring to the table. This is a great day for New York, so I hope that the whisky helps to get what I'm sure will be a wonderful party started.

Smeagol..erm, Gollum, was keeping his eyes peeled watching all the handshakes and applause. His eyes steadied on individuals looking for the precious. Everyone seemed to hold Che Guevara in such high esteem he must know where the precious is. Gollum scurried down to the square where everyone was gathered and toward the end of the congratulations pulled Guevaras ear close.

Master Guevara! I will joins you....For the precious! I will help you become the best! Yes Yes Smeagol will help the master for the precious!

The look of disdain came over Guevaras face. He was as confused as disgusted speaking to this pale dirty little creature. The eyes were big and his smile disturbing. Guevara was getting in his car to drive to the new building with which he had been appointed too. Before the car door shut Gollum jumped right in. The car was moving and Gollum was in the vehicle with Guevara. He looked up and smiled at Guevara.

Yes Yes Master! We go now, Ill show you the way