It was Sunday night, I remember it clearly. After a week of upheaval and bloodshed within Chicago, Monet was sitting in Ye Olde Brick and Lizard, with his inner circle, deep in discussion. The topic of the night was how to best insure that both Chicago, and The Foundation 3.0 moved forward after the sudden retirement of PizzaTheHut, leaving many of his Church homeless and destitute. Knowing of the impending attack by EveValon, he had to move quickly. Looking at Slab, his loyal LHM, someone who's father Monet had been under before his death in the Great War, he knew what to do. Looking at the rest of his inner circle, everyone nodded in agreement. It was time for Slab to build his own foundations in life. Standing up and shaking hands, it was agreed, Slab would take his place under Monet, with the aim protecting as many of PizzaTheHuts ex-members as possible, and being by Monet's side as they laid the foundations to rebuild Chicago.

Two days later, with EveValon gone, and the dust settling in Chicago, Slab appeared in front of his HQ, a small brick built house with a slight stench of sewage coming from it, to address the crowd.

As you are already aware, I have been given authorisation to set up a HQ in Chicago, the city my father was born in. The city I was born in. The city my children will be born in. It is a great honour to be given the opportunity by Monet to set up. Chicago is a great city with a great history. It has been through a rough patch, but under the leadership of Monet, I know that it will only be a matter of time until we are a strong, successful business again. with the help of my fellow Chicagans, the City will rise once more.

I would like to thank Monet for giving me this chance. Ladies and gentleman, fellow mafioso, I am delighted to announce that The Brick Shithouse is open for business.

Congratulations, Sir. I wish you the best of luck in aiding in rebuilding Chicago.

I've just received a message from a courier. It would appear the play on words in the title of my speech shows my English heritage, and that I'm not a native of the good old US of A. I apologise for showing my true colours. Yes, with a U.

God Save The King!

Congratulations Slab. I am positive you will do a great job. Good luck!

Congratulations on receiving this fine opportunity! Having a chance to be part of a now drastically new Chicago is quite the honour indeed (Yes, with a U), I wish you the very best of luck in your business endeavors, and hope you flourish.

Viva la Brick Shithouse!

I can honestly think of no one more deserving in Chicago of taking on the challenge of running a family.  You have always been an excellent leader, steady, measured, and reasonable.  I look forward to seeing you continue to shine in your new role, even if you have taken up a somewhat disgusting building as your personal headquarters. 

Congratulations Slab. Long live Chicago. Long live prosperity!

Salmon swims in.

Congrats mate best of luck to ya!

Clarity clapped for the man before her. She had worked very close with him while she was in Chicago and had plenty of respect for him.

"Congratulations! You deserve it! I'm sure you will do great things. I would expect no less of you!"

"Good luck, my dear! Shall you ever need anything, my door is always open!"

Heading back to her own HQ, Clarity began to work on some business she had waiting for her there.

Ankou who is listening to Slab stands up and begins to clap.Everyone looks at him and hides.One child even shouts

"Its death everyone run"

"Im not death Im like his... er.. eh.. brother yes cousin I mean brother. Anyway congratulations to Slab its a fine importunity and I know you will do your best.UP THE WINDY CITY!." Says Ankou.

Sat in the infamous Ye Olde Brick and Lizard surrounded by his fellow city upper structure that evening he felt at home as he looked up at the wall at a picture of their fathers MrBrick and Raptor with a young Monet wearing a full beard already. These had been turbulent times, not uncommon of late across the cities sadly but things felt natural now. Even so recently after the shock events things felt different, speaking in hushed tones in the corner of their establishment a little excitement creeping in to their voices. He and Monet hadn't taken long at all to identify Slab as the stand out candidate to aid with safeguarding PizzaTheHuts homeless members. But that was merely a side reason for the auth, the truth being it has long been apparent that Slab, more than just being a highly regarded left hand, has a great deal to offer the city.

His family has only ever known Chicago and our families have been closely connected ever since his ancestors first appeared on these shores. Since that day it's been clear that Slab's bloodline was not destined for the shadows of mediocrity but for the glorious bright lights of a fired clay outhouse. He has served Monet loyally and unerringly since he first stepped in to his headquarters and I have no doubt he will do great things for our city and make an impact on our society here as a whole. Monet has laid the foundation and Slab will now work closely with us to ensure Chicago's future.

People talk of brothers crews and sister crews, but Slab, you're so much more than that. I would wish you best of luck, but I know mafiosi of your calibre don't need luck.

Takes Slab's hand and shakes it firmly

*Best of success old friend, I know it will be a pleasure working alongside you on this chapter of the story of Chicago*

*We do have business to do and a city to run though*

Finishes his pint and stubs out the butt of his cigarette before walking with Monet to the front door of the pub and onwards to the waiting car.

*Oh one quick thing Boss*

Quickly saunters over to FattyFats private bathroom with a grin on his face, lifting the lid of the heavily stained throne _Raptor_ quickly places a few strips of cellophane across the toilet bowl before checking no-one has noticed and rejoining Monet at the front

Seeing Chicago getting bigger always made Sinfest feel glad to be around. He decided to have a quick word with Slab before leaving this festive occasion

"Hey Slab Congrats on leading a new family good luck and may your pockets always be full of money"

With that Sinfest tips his hat and goes to find a new adventure to begin

George walks up with a huge smile on his face and a small package tucked underneath his left arm. Making his way to the crowd surrounding Mr. Slab, George makes his way to the front.

Good day to you Mr Slab, I George Jung the cocaine kingpin have brought you a celebritory gift for this evening.

Laughing, George walks closer to Slab and whispers to him.

Here is a kilo of the finest Columbian cocaine my friend, congrats on your newly found family. I wish you the best of luck on your journey and look forward to working with you in our wonderful city.

Slab, I'd like to congradulate you on your new position. You've been a cornerstone to Chicago for a long time now, but now you can have some little bricks/slabs under you.