Dominick stood outside of his car with Chibs as they marveled at the location of their headquarters. The sounds of machinery was piercing, drills and motors revving throughout the complex. The collection of buildings sat just outside the main city of Seattle, just west of the city center, in lovely Ballard. Several acres were allotted to this parcel, conveniently surrounded by thick vegetation. 

The vegetation reminded him of his youth, when his father would take him to the produce fields of The Pacific Produce Company. Those were the good days, and God rest his soul, his father would have been proud of the organization he was assigned to form by JohnWalton . 

Fences shined as they towered over twelve feet, concertina wire bundled at the top, the sharp edges glimmering beneath the strike of the sun's rays. The wire was painted a deep red, a tribute to Mikhail and The Soviet State. The facility was going to be fortified, some would even venture to say insanely well fortified.

Several men and women could be heard within the confines of the complex, all calling out orders, requests and passing on information between the noise of machinery. A large scale operation was underway. 

Dominick watched as a crane was used in erecting a sign to the main gates of the complex. A laugh tumbling past his lips as he'd give Chibs a smack across his back. 

"We've done it brother, looks like we've got an organization here.. It's coming all together!"

He'd cheer as the sign stood tall, proudly displaying the name of their organization.

Bad Hombres Inc.

This was only the surface of the operation. Within the walls, the safes, the basement, one could find a rather dangerous world. Men and women of honor, associates bringing in questionable goods and funds. The legitimacy of their way of business was questionable only to the authorities and maybe a nosy citizen or two; both of which would coincidentally be swimmin' by the weeks end. 

Dominick would walk toward the group of their collective, standing at the entrance of the rising complex. There stood Viktor , Mikhail , Aegor , JohnWalton , and Vociferus . 
 

"Hurry the fuck up, Chubs!" He'd laugh, and give Chibs a push as he picked up the pace, reaching out to give each of the men a firm shake and embrace. These men were everything to him, and came before anyone or anything else. 

"Thank you all for being here and supporting me every step of the way. I'm here for each and every one of you, as well. Know that, each of you have my loyalty, respect, and support no matter what rolls our way. Now, let's get some fucking drinks. Princess , should have them ready.. She made a special one for you, Chubs!"

John hugged Dominick paternally. He was decided to say a few words.

"Dominick, I'm so proud of you, son. I know you will do a wonderful work here. Seattle only gets stronger and stronger with your presence."

He stared at Dominick firmly.

"Your father is watching you from heaven right now, and you can be darn sure he is as proud as I am today."

John gave Dominick another quick, firm hug, and walked away to make room for others to greet him.

Mikhail was happy to see the next of kin of one of his best friends attempt to fill his father's shoes. His father was shot during the war and it really shook him. All of his friends in Las Vegas meant a big deal to him. It was also nice to see Chibs serving Dominick. Its as if nothing had change when their two fathers died in the war.

"Congrats on the new auth Dom. Its good to see the boys back at it again. Make JohnWalton proud of your appointment comrades."

Princess grumbles as she pours two whiskeys on the rocks and hands one to Chibs. She knew she had to be on her best behavior during the celebration even if there was a foul odor coming from the new headquarters. She wasn't sure if it was from Dominick, his new place or just Ballard, Seattle in general. Maybe all three, she thought as she shrugged and took a big swig from her glass. Edgar was behind her, holding her purse and following closely as she made her way over to Dominick. 

"Well, I must say Dom, you pulled it off....again. I would like to formally congratulate you on your new family and wish you the best. I will pause our war for a week or so in celebration of this. No need to say thank you, you're already welcome."

She downs the rest of her drink and hair flips away as she tosses the glass the side at Edgar. He scrambles to grab it as she makes her way back to the bar.