A large black box truck pulled up in the center of Pioneer Square. Emblazoned on the side in an arc of rich red letters was the word.

COLONY

Two men got out of the front, opened the doors at the back and began unloading a table and various crates. The men threw a black table cloth over the fold out table and started unpacking a variety of bottles of liquor from the crates, slowly filling the table with all manner of temptation. One of the men, a tall gent with a terrifying face, brought a chair from the back of the truck along with a final box from which he started placing glasses all along the front of the now laden table. The other man was an elderly chap who struggled as he withdrew a ladder and placed against the side of the truck. When he was done he mopped his brow gently with a handkerchief and unfolded a second chair next to the tall scary gent. He threw him a withering look.

"I've always hated you."   Said the elderly man as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.

"Good."   Said the scary man as he sat staring blankly at the gathering crowd.

Just as their conversation had hit fever pitch, a long black car pulled up. The broad shoulders and unmistakable bald head of Curtis climbed out threw a dark eyed glance over the crowd. Saying nothing he walked behind the large truck and climbed the ladder to the top. Standing straight backed and tall atop he looked around.

"Hello!

I'd like to announce the arrival of a new family here in Pioneer Square. Colony! This family will now begin operations in the heart of Seattle. Along with Taps-Man's Blue Belle Suite, in Ballard and a very exciting announcement to be made soon in Waterfront, this city is set to explode into life. Business is open and I invite you all to join us in a drink to celebrate!"

With arms spread he smiled before climbing down to join in the enthusiastic press of people. All eager for free glasses of very expensive contraband. The blank-faced humorless man opened the cab door and wound up a gramophone. Cracking music came floating out and a good time was enjoyed by most. But not by him. Obviously. 

A short notice flight to Seattle had left Ragnarok hungry, and a bit tired, but celebrations where in order. After making arrangements with his room at the hotel, he had a driver take him downtown to meet his dear friend Curtis

Congratulations are indeed in order my friend. Seattle is a beautiful town. We will shortly get used to all the rain, but thats not going to stop us from conducting business. After these celebrations are over, youll have to stop by my office down by the docks. We have some invoices to look over and decisions to make!

Say one thing for Logen Ninefingers... Say he was never one to miss a free drink. Ninefingers nods his respects to Ragnarok as he lifts a glass of whiskey from the black tablecloth. He notices a dour woman dancing to the music in the crush of people. Her moves were hypnotic. Almost like she had OctopusLegs. She catches Ninefinger’s staring & offers a frown. He smiles back at her. She was no beauty, but it had been a very long time. She turns her back on Logen & walks away. Logen sighs...'Still got the old magic' he thinks to himself.

Ninefingers had an aversion to public speaking, fight in a duel? No problem. Open his mouth in public & risk ridicule. His mouth was dry with just the thought of it. Still better to do it than live with the fear of it. He takes a deep drink from his glass & begins.

"Congratulations Curtis, your menacing presence will be missed in Philadelphia but I am certain you will bring much stability & growth to Seattle." he turns to Ragnarok "Congratulations to you sir. May your stay in Seattle be long & prosperous one" finally turning to the oldest of the group Taps-Man Logen says "Congratulations man, I wish you health & success"

Logen nods to three straight laced guys, looking out of place standing off to one side of the festivities. "You three stay here. These are your new employers. Any drugs you rip from the street go straight to Curtis, Ragnarok & Taps-Man. You understand?" A meek nod from all three confirms the new arrangement. 

As soon as he arrived to seattle he heard of the new crew that recently settled up and he wanted to congrat the CL so he headed of to Colony' s HQ and got in and congratulatied Curtis and wishes him well.

I hear that the suicide rate in Seattle is the highest in the country....Good luck there.