The air felt dry and tense as the crowd held their breath. Each eye movement quick and sharp, no one daring to hold eye contact. Hushed mutterings littered the dank, Seattle street. It's beginning.

Junk stood tall before the crowd; his head held high. He cast his eyes over the many impatient faces, a small smile slipping through.

"I have seen many a thing on these streets. I have watched great people rise and I've watched them fall. My family has come and gone from this magnificent city, but yet we always return, back here, to our home. Times are always changing and each day brings new challenges, but throughout it all, there has been one person who I can rely on, Don JohnWalton, Acting Godfather of Seattle."

Junk reached out to John and placed a strong, trusting hand upon his shoulder. Nothing more but a shared glance was all that was needed; their history played on their faces. The crowd grew closer as Junk returned to face them.

'Ahead of us are uncertain times. I can't be sure of what the future holds. However, I can be sure that myself and Don JohnWalton will remain strong."

Junk opens up the door to his new HQ and hangs up a sign saying:

JUNK YARD DOGZ are open for business.

It had been a quite long time since Itachi had roamed these streets. Traveling around the country aimlessly, he landed in the Emerald city.

Having to survive with only a little set of skills he stumbled upon a man who had just recently taken the bold suit. It was Junk.

Waiting on the speech to finish Itachi, finally decided to say a few words.

"I wish you best of luck in your journey here in Seattle. It's not going to be an easy road but I know that you, alongside Don JohnWalton will try and make this place better than you found it."

As he said that he went back alongside the crowd.

Mikhail saw Junk in the streets announce his new crew's operation in Seattle. Seattle was a friendly city on the West Coast. Mikhail wanted to make sure he sent his respects to the new auth and to his brother comrade, JohnWalton.

"Congratulations on your own operation. I know John is looking forward to see what you bring to the table. I'm glad to see a strong auth go up as yourself comrade. I would say good luck but you comrades don't need it. I will give you some good advice though, if you want some meat check out the local butcher. Its solid lately."

Mikhail took a second and thought about the meat he's bought from the local establishment... it was always mouth watering. She had just gotten some brisket from Texas and he had plan to smoke one for his crew.

"Again, congrats comrades. Looking forward to seeing Seattle at his former glory again."