Vociferus troubled with opening the door of his new headquarters. It was clear that the knob was wonky. Vociferus certainly got what he paid for. Not wanting to let this moment ruin the celebration he pulled out his Luger p08, and shot the knob off. He then approached the door and kicked it wide open.

"HOME SWEET HOME BABY!" Vociferus exclaimed without a moment's hesitation. That was the moment he was looking the most forward to in the grand opening.

HK416 took a look around with a disillusioned look on his face. "Alright I'm just gonna say it ... This place is a dump."

"It's not all too bad and hey I'll let the contractors know about the door and how it was like that when we got here but look.. The bright side is we have a golden opportunity here." Vociferus says in remembrance of his father tales of when he and Aegor first came to Los Angeles from Vegas.

The old warehouse wasn't exactly upscale but it was enough to work with. A couple of henchmen started to unpack and livening the place up a little bit. There was a party to be had and we couldn't have the mood go stale. 

"Oh, I almost forgot." Vociferus says as one of the guys hands him the plaque.

He steps outside with it and hangs it up. 

A great day out here on the streets, as yet another mobster steps forward to make an announcement regarding a growing business .  It is good to see opportunities abound, be it a chance to start up a crew in sunny LA like Vociferus here, or a chance to win $20,000 in the Detroit arm-wrestling gambling ring located in the Detroit Business District.  I raise my glass to you.

To our respective successes.

Destro raises his glass.

Mikhail found the new headquarters in Los Angeles and wanted to make sure he gave his congrats to his comrade. He walked towards the building and found the door had no knob. Even more peculiar was the bullet holes in the door. The thought of someone breaking into a gangster's headquarters had slipped his mind... but then he noticed his comrade through the holes in the door. He also heard HK416 making comments about the place. Calling it a dump.

"Hey comrades. This place isn't a dump. This is prime real estate. You just need a good contractor to clean it up a bit. Thats all. You need a comrade? I got a good one. He'll clean this place right up. I'll make sure he doesn't put any hammer and sickles even."

Mikhail joked for a brief second before giving his congratulations.

"Congrats comrades. I'm happy seeing Los Angeles expand especially with you running your own outfit Vociferus. Good luck comrade. Let me know if every need anything."