Jack stared out her office window, it was a cold December morning and snow was gently falling to the ground. She loved the snow it brought back pleasant memories of her travels before taking up the mantle of crew leader. It was going to be a long day, it was 10 am and she was ready for the day to end. She tried ot wake up her right hand SebasianSky trying to get the details for the day ready. Looking over her shoulder she shook her head, the moron was asleep in his hammock… how the hell did he manage to keep a hammock in her office? He had his own damn office and all he kept in it was pillows and hats the man was a child, but she trusted that man child more than anyone else, that’s why the day was going to be so troublesome.

Sighing Jack turned around and walked over to the hammock, grabbing one end of the hammock she fliped Sky on the floor. She watched as he rolled and got to his feet, pointing to a chair with a stern face he sleepily walked over and fell into the chair. It was going to be a long conversation.

Jack stepped out onto the streets of New York, taking a brief moment to look up at the snow falling and smiled. She stepped up onto the soap box, it was time to make and announcement and take her place as Godmother.

“Good evening! And welcome. I have lots of big and exciting news, as many of you know I shall be ascending to Godmother. Traditionally when one ascends to the status of Godmother the rest of their family is left with their right hand, in this case SebasianSky. Well that’s not going to be the case this time, in his own words he wants to stay by his Godmother's side and continue the work they started, not to mention he doesn't have the time. The man literally sleeps 12  hours a day! I was lucky enough to get the approval of Spiral to bring in the very capable Syndicate. He is a good man and friend and he will be setting  up here in Manhattan.

I would like to thank all of you that have supported me.... looks over at Ochoa and smiles at her friend before continuing. Thank you HotIce for taking me in and giving me a job, I absolutely adore you.  My amazing friend and Godfather-Chairman CletusKasady for all the opportunities and support you've given me, Notes and @Terminator for always being by my side, on my side and also growing this district with the help of the very capable blowed. My amazing left hand man ShoNuff for everything you do for me and The Miscreants.  My extraordinary crew, I've been so lucky to have all of you with me on this journey and letting me share in yours. I've had many conversations with each of you and value, respect and love every single one of you. 

Jack raises her flask...

This is our day,  it would mean nothing without each and every one of you...  to all of you who believed and continued to believe in me, thank you!  It means the world to me and I will continue to earn and keep that faith and trust that you have in me. 

I just would like to extend my gratitude for you OneEyedJack. You have been a wonderful leader who has truly shared their desire to see their crew improve and i honestly believe you will do so much good for Manhatten to make it a great place to start and continue to further ones career. I look forward to seeing how you operate!

ShoNuff walks into the Headquarters out of the cold but can feel a unique warmth in the air.

This is an awesome day for The Miscreants crew.  To see our leader OneEyedJack to be seated in the position she truly deserves is short of amazing. He goes to his hiding place, pulls out 2 gallons of moonshine he just received and places them on a table.  He opened one, pours himself a shot and held up his glass.

I salute you Godmother OneEyedJack. Your commitment to an unrelenting pursuit of your goal has enabled you to attain this success, not only for yourself but the entire crew.  We do not honor you today for what you received but mostly for what you have given us.

It’s nice to be very close to someone you respect and admire and have somebody who feels the same way about you and I thank you for that.  I wish you the very best.
 

ShoNuff raises his glass, downs his shot, pour another and lifts his glass again.

To my awesome comrades, we focused on a goal and were motivated to do our best to achieve it, especially when the stakes are high and the consequences really matter. We have learned by working together we can accomplish, achieve and overcome many things even deep pockets. As we continue this journey I wish you the very best also.

ShoNuff downs his shot again and slams his glass on the table.

Now let’s fucking party.  Chef Mack has prepared a special fest for this special occasion at the Sugar Hill Hotel's restaurant and drinks are on the house in the Piano Bar.

As it was getting later in the day and the daily hustle was coming to a slow, simpleJon decided to take a little stroll through the streets in his old hometown. He heard chattering throughout the city and got wind OneEyedJack has become Godmother of Manhattan, New York. Jon has always looked up to Jack. She was the left-hand of his beloved Blue Heaven Crime Syndicate and he watched her grow from a left-hand lady, to a crew leader of her very own crew, and now to the Godmother of all of Manhattan. Between OneEyedJack and Godmother - Chairlady HotIce anytime Jon needed help with anything, or had simple questions, they were always there to help him, when they could. He felt it was in order to give his congratulations.

It was a cold evening in Manhattan. Snow was slowly falling to the ground, blanketing everything in white. Jon and his left-hand were on the way to The Miscreants headquarters. Hoping it wasn't too late, he and Percy walk up to the gate and greet the armed guards outside. Knowing Jon is a good friend of OneEyedJack's, they let him and his bodyguard in. 

Saying his hello's to everyone he passes in the halls, he stops a little before Jack's office and tells Percy to wait around the corner. Jon walks to Jack's office door and knocks on it. He hears Jacky shuffling through papers and suddenly stops to answer the door. "Come in," she says. Laughing under his breath, Jon knocks again. "What the flying fuck, I said come in!" Jon stood there for about ten seconds before he heard a pen slam down on her desk and footsteps quickly walking towards the door. Jon quickly runs around the corner to, standing next to Percy, turning red, trying to hold in a laugh. 

Right as he hears the door open, Jon jumps out from around the corner. "SUPRI--" Jon's heart quickly drops when he's greeted with the barrel of a gun to his face. Jon's complexion quickly left his face as Jack lowered her gun.

"Jon, man I almost shot your ass, what are you doing here?"

"Yooo, bosslady! I heard you've ascended to Godmother of Manhattan, I just came to congratulate you on your endeavors with a couple of shots of some whiskey!"

"Nice! I'm always down for a reason to take a couple of shots. Just don't sneak up on me anymore, I might just shoot ya next time."

"Haha, right on, bosslady. Sorry about that. Congratulations though!"

"Thank you, thank you!"

Blowed holds his blunt up before he lights it looking in on the ceremony. From the back he says loudly. 

"One Team, One fight. "

Syndicate, being the business man he was had a lot of loose ends and negotiations to make in a short amount of time, in fact there was just enough time to stop by the coffee shop in New York and make sure his new shift manager was handling things well without him. Syndicate's life was about to become much more busy and it was important that his business was well managed now that he will be reducing his shifts from 60 hours a week to about 10 allowing him to focus on more important matters. 

Organization was one of Syndicates priding attributes, he led a hectic life with lots of deadlines and to stay on top of things he always carried his todo list, unlike his father who always had an emergency tea brewing set. His father had left him some very large shoes to fill but Syndicate was not bothered by it, he was forging his own path in his own way without the principles of proper aging and fine teas. 

Leaning against the glass window of the coffee shop, Syndicate pulled his ToDo list and a pen from his pocket and began to look it over and scratch through the things he had accomplished, "Meet with Realtor... Check, Break ground on headquarters... Check, Hire Moving company... Check, Drop by coffee shop... Check, Check things off the ToDo list... Check, Big Announcement... Oh Fuck!" Syndicate checked his watch, yep he was running behind.

Stuffing the list in his pocket he raised his arm to hail a cab. Each and every cab he waved at already had a fare and the vacancy light was off but Syndicate had to get somewhere in a hurry. After the third cab flew past he strolled out into the center of the street and placed his arm up in the air giving the stop hand sign, the next taxi on its way down the road laid on its breaks so hard that it squealed to a stop mere inches in front of Syndicate. He made his way to the drivers side door and looked back past the driver at the young lady quivering in the back. "I'll give you each $50 if you can drop me off in Manhattan at that famous soap box everyone keeps standing on to deliver news." The driver and the young lady look at each other and smile. The driver throws the car in park and hops out to open the door for Syndicate as the young lady scoots over in her seat. The cab whizzes off toward the Manhattan street corner where a group of mobsters already stand, shaking hands and celebrating. Syndicate paid the driver and the young lady each who thanked him and honked the horn as they drove down the block to the old theater and let the lady out at her destination. "Well damn, I should have asked where they were going first..." Syndicate said to himself as he turned his gaze from the cab down the street to the group of people amassed on the sidewalk in front of him. 

The soap box he was headed towards was vacant, the announcement must have already been made judging by the amount of people shaking hands and celebrating. A few of the people in the crowd were watching Syndicate since the cab driver had honked his horn, one of them was the newest Godmother of Manhattan, the reason he was here, the lovely and talented OneEyedJack. When Syndicate made eye contact with her he immediately headed straight towards her, his arm already extended for the handshake and his lips silently mouthing the words 'Sorry I'm late', the hand extended approach finally ended when the two were close enough to shake hands, "OneEyedJack, I'm so absolutely thrilled about seeing you rise to the office of Godmother, Very well deserved and I know Manhattan is in the right hands. I am very excited to be chosen to help continue to build this district alongside the impressive work of Notes, Termination, Blowed and all the Degenerates." Syndicate finally releases the ongoing handshake and reached into his jacket pocket to pull from it a collection of individually sealed tubes containing hand rolled cigars, "I have been saving these for what seems like my entire life, please help me pass them out to anyone that wishes to celebrate with a cigar." Syndicate hands a grouping of sealed cigar tubes to the Godmother that were wrapped with a small ribbon tied into a bow. He pulls another grouping from his pocket and rips a tube out from the center, he pops open the cap cuts the end off the cigar and places it in his mouth without lighting it, then he begins to pass out the rest to anyone wishing to celebrate with him in his own way. 

Raymond Patriaca stumbles down a busy Irving Place street looking for Pete's Tavern. He is beyond happy for his Boss One Eyed Jack He raises his bottle of wine, and in the process splashes a little red wine on his nice three piece suit. Whoops

"Cheers to you, Jack! Let's make this City so nice they name it twice!"

He drinks his toast to One Eyed Jack and hands the partially full bottle of Pinot Noir to a passersby as he dips into Pete's Tavern.