Arya was in a decidedly foul mood.  She’d been disturbed from sleep when one of her messengers burst into her headquarters with news that (not a) Doctor Spaceman had been shot just shortly before.  The subsequent war had drained her coffers and her patience, and she was once again at her desk with a mountain of paperwork before her.  There were loose ends to tie up, funeral arrangements to make for the fallen, and a slew of homeless mobsters who needed a place to rest their heads.  It took a special kind of cunt to start a war on Christmas Eve.  Arya only regretted that the bullet that had felled the bastard had not come from her own gun. 

Amidst the chaos, she had sent a messenger to go fetch the best chef in Philly, Heston.  She’d had the privilege of having a few dinners catered by him before, and she was looking forward to working with him more closely.  There was a nearby restaurant that had recently run into some issues paying to keep the rabble out, and it came with a nice little escape route out the back, as well as very roomy upper apartments. 

She looked up from her papers when Heston arrived, pushing her chair away from her desk and standing. 

“Heston, thank you for joining me here today.  I know you’re a busy man, so let’s keep this short and to the point.  There is room here in Bella Vista for a new operation.  A very fine restaurant ran into a little… trouble recently, and it just so happens to have a very nice kitchen, and room for an HQ in the floors above.  You’ve always been an impressive member of Philadelphia, and I think it was time that your efforts were rewarded,” she said, pulling a set of keys from a pocket on her jerkin. She held the keys out to Heston, a small smile crossing her face as she looked at him.

“I’d greatly appreciate it if you would set up here with me in Bella Vista, and perhaps give homes to some of the new mobsters who are roaming our streets after their parents’ unfortunate deaths.  I know you’ll put just as much care into running your family as you do into your food.”  She was also looking forward to stopping by his restaurant once it was up and running.  Maybe it was just a little selfish that she had stolen him away from Old City District, but he really was the best.