It had been a grueling couple of days in South Side Chicago over the weekend. War threw the lives and businesses of all the nations crime families into chaos, but nowhere was this felt more profoundly then with the death of Don Drake in South Side. He was a huge presence in the city and will be missed dearly by all who knew him. 

West was contemplating the events of the past couple of days, thinking that what the 7 cities needed now was a time of peace to properly rebuild, for everything to finally regain a semblance of normalcy. It was at this moment Don @Pollo rang. 

The conversation was short but productive. The Godfather council was calling on West's family to rebuild the great city of Seattle alongside the storied United Nations crew under @EvilClown . It would be a lot of work but West had seen what his family was capable of over the past few days, and he new from experience that the United Nations had a lot of talented, experienced members who would make fantastic partners. Together they would be more than capable of restoring the city and getting business flowing once again.  

He thought back to the need for peace and calm throughout the nation, and remembered reading about a family run by one of his ancestors which also emerged after a time of wide scale war. It felt fitting now more than ever to bring that name back, and to try to live up to it's ideals. 

West's first phone call was to @EvilClown , to congratulate him and have some preliminary talks regarding business arrangements. 

Finally he called in @Cogburn , @Spawn and @trampas and told them to get the crew ready to go. Tranquillity was moving to Seattle. 

EvilClown gently placed the phone into its cradle kicked back his easy chair. Everyday since setting up his operation so far had been different, today it seemed was to keep the trend. Bella Vista seemed so quiet without his brother in arms present TurboCharged. Thankfully the first inept wave of the past war failed miserably to get through his defense, the same of Turbo and Javier’s other Captains. The loss came an hour later...

Turbo shot in a freak accident, a bullet ricochet from his own member dead before he hit the floor.  Bella Vista echoed with the empty sounds.

Perhaps a change of scene was what was required, a fresh start - instilling the influence of Philadelphia on the West coast would be a challenge but something to focus on. West, Cogburn, good people.

With a start the easy chair EvilClown was sitting on snapped to the vertical.

“Max! Dr! Load up the wagons! We’re on the move- just a small stop over at Chicago and we’re gone!”