Charlie strolls out of his Los Angeles headquarters, Looking around he lights a cigar and inhales, enjoying the oaky taste of a fresh Cuban and the sight of the Los Angeles sky line on this fine evening.

To make the step up to become a captain is a momentous achievement in itself and is only bestowed upon those with great ability and scope for success. With that in mind id like to announce that today Los Angeles is to be gifted with a new captain. The gentleman in question has worked extremely hard to get where he is and I have absolutely no doubt he will run his crew to the best of his ability in order to take LA forward. without any further ado I'd like you all to join me and congratulate Opus and his new crew, THe Bird Gang. I know you will make me and the city of Los Angeles very proud.

Charlie extends his hand toward Opus

Well done. Now in true celebratory fashion I'm going to host an open bar at The Liberazione in LA, all are welcome!

Stranger upon hearing the good news walks over to Opus to offer a congratulations before heading off for more business.

Congratulations. This calls for a drink.  

...Congrats.

Ari approaches the new Bold in Los Angeles

I usually doesn't congrats a stranger, but I saw you in my cousin's funeral so congrats mate.

She wipes her brow as she drops the last of Opus' boxes on the stoop outside Charlie's HQ. A clothespin on her nose to protect her from the worst of the noxious fumes emitting from his belongings. She steps back from the large pile of boxes and luggage, way.. way back. Slowly removing the clothespin she breathes in deep, gagging slightly as the stench of penguin wafts toward her in the breeze.

Crap, serves me right for standing downwind.

Muttering to herself she breathes deep and approaches Opus, holding her breath as best she can.

I have to say sir, I will miss you around the headquarters. You have earned this honour and I know that you will make us proud.. I also know that the funky smell that oozes under the door to your office will be next to impossible. I have cleaned up corpses... Oops, we won't go there.

She smiles sweetly and hands Opus a white box with a purple satin bow tied neatly around it.

Seeings how I didn't get to giving you these earlier I will give them to you now. Thank you for everything you have done for Los Angeles and I wish you luck in your ventures. Remember to share these cookies with those around you.

Looking around uncomfortably as she feels the effects of Opus' "Eau de Penguin" she shakes his hand quickly, wiping the sweat on her pantsuit.

Good luck dear.

She turns and runs back to the safety of Charlie's HQ to wash her hands numerous times.. Most likely until they bleed muttering about slimy penguin lovers and their bad hygiene.

*on hearing the news took a flight to los angeles.*

From Las Veagas family, Congrats and Respect.

IF you need to do business with las vegas let us help you out.

AL D.

Twitching his nose slightly at the noxious fumes coming from the boxes right outside the door to the HQ, Ezekiel frowned. Taking a wide path around them, he smiles upon seeing OpheliaPayne and heads over to greet her. Until he realizes she smells the same as the boxes. Deciding to suddenly gain great interest in a pair of birds nearby, he wanders off to watch them.

After a few minutes, he notices a crowd nearby of which Boss Opus was apparently the focus of attention. Picking his way through some of the brush surrounding the building’s on this side of LA, he arrived in time to catch the words of Aldiplomat.

Smiling, he fished around his pocket until finding an old pocket watch. Walking up to Opus, he placed the watch in his hand.

Congratulations, Boss Opus. Seems it was only yesterday I congratulated you on a previous rank earned. A good thing for Los Angeles, this is. A pity we don’t know it each other better or had the chance to before you left but such things happen.

Seeing him glance at the watch with a curious expression, Ezekiel chuckles. That is for good luck, despite it’s origin. It stopped ticking at the death of my father, so you’ll need to fix it. However, I hope it and your new family run for a long time forward.

well what can i say congrats my brother

Concratulation Opus and  good luck to you.

Congratulations to you and your Captain, CharlieCroker.

Congratulations Opus. Good Luck and Godspeed to you and your family

Congratulations Opus, I wish you all the best.

Feechley smiled warmly, he'd only just started talking to Opus and already he was learning the kind of character he was and the potential he had.

"Congratulations Opus, I know you'll live up to all the expectations."

Congratulations, I hope you do great things Opus!

Congrats bud, a fine addition to Los Angeles!

Thank you.

She hears a familiar voice, eerily familiar. Memories from her childhood start swimming in her head as she whispers to herself..

Could it be? Could it really be?

Stepping out from a small group of associates discussing the holiday season she spots HIM. Feeling her blood boil she approaches Shmoo from behind and taps him firmly on the shoulder. Holding out her hand she smiles, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Hi Pops. Nice of you to contact me and let me know you were in town by the way. So glad to know that your DAUGHTER rates a visit. You owe me a little bit of allowance old man..

She stands in front of Shmoo awaiting the predictable flood of excuses and apologies.

With a smug grin, Masquerade inhales the fumes of his cigarette. He quickly exhales as he smashes the end of his cigarette into the ash tray. After noticing a small celebration going on, he uncrosses his legs and stands up from his chair. Masquerade stood stray, watching from the corner of the room, finally picking up on the special occation. His face brightens up as he makes his way closer to Opus.

Félicitations, Monsieur Opus. I hope this isn't the last time I hear of your name being promoted. I may be 'nouvelles' at this business, but I see great potential in you. It may be just the twinkle I see in your eye. Meilleurs voeux à vous.

Masquerade calmly pats Opus' shoulder, as he flashes him a witty smile. Masquerade quickly walks away, withdrawing another cigarette from his breast pocket.

*shmoo jumps with a start, recovers his composure and faces his long missed daughter*

OPHELIA DAHHHHHHHHLING!

it wasn't my fault.  the dog ate it.  the bus was late.  i was kidnapped by a horde of raging albino midgets.

*hugs Ophelia*

oh ok, here's your back allowance and what would you like for Christamas?