StanPython arrives in New Orleans in a New sport Berline automobile. Getting out with a swift slam of the door, straightens the cuffs on his Italian suit and withdraws and sparks a cigarette in the blink of an eye while looking around on check out that the coast was clear of the fuzz.

"Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen, I am here to make a few announcements for my family recently due to being awarded the city of New Orleans. I would first of all like to Thank DeadlySin for this opportunity, It honestly came as a complete shock to me. It was a true honor to be considered for such a task, while at the same time it saddened me to leave my companion MikeHunt in Chicago."

Stan takes another pull of his cigarette and looked as if troubled up at the night sky.


"I had abit of a speech loss coming up to this, I even turned to 'The Gang' for advice of exactly what to say out here. New Orleans is an extremely special place to me, I can remember reading over my fathers journals of working in New Orleans. Tank-Mage... Cut down before his time for buckling down and running his Famiglia with a firm iron fist to avoid any rule breaking by a pesky... Lucky Duck."

Stan takes another pull of his cigarette shaking his head in disappointment and frustration followed by looking up noticing his girlfriend Elsa in the crowd and blowing a kiss.

"After a huge war like we have seen, It it clear we are going to have to start on a huge expansion into some cities just enorder to house the people on the shores."

Stan takes another pull of his cigarette and reaches into his suit inside pocket to withdraw a couple of letters.

"I'd like to share some of the notes I received back from my family upon news of the chance to move to New Orleans where my great great grandfather started La Famiglia Manovanni, But I feel I would be taking something special from this speech if I gave their replies for them."

"With the disappointment of leaving MikeHunt to build his own empire in Chicago with Vasily and the rest of the Montrose Mob I mailed my Gang to let them know and some of their replies were truly inspiring."

Stan smiles and finishes his cigarette

"I would like to announce that The Gale Street Gang will be now formerly known as La Famgilia Manovanni, We will be opening a new Becontree Casino in New Orleans and would love you to come celebrate with us tonight."

Socrates appears in the streets clad in a toga pinned together with a golden olive branch broach. Seeing StanPython he slowly galavants over to his side, and shakes his hand. Socrates had been looking for him ever since his errand boy had delivered the scroll of parchment that informed him of Stan’s new plans to move the family over to New Orleans.

“Stan, my friend, my confidant, my brother in arms, and my fellow scholar. It was such a please to wake up this morning to a scroll informing me of our family’s new venture into New Orleans.”

Socrates turns around and with a grand wave of his arms a luscious fig tree seams appears out of nowhere. Socrates gestures to a patch of shade underneath the tree and the pair sits down.

“The Manovanni family name has been in my blood for decades. It is a name that has always been associated within the inner circle of many an organization. For decades now it seams that the Manovanni name has only been spoken behind closed doors in referance to the hidden elite or good times long past. What an honor it is to finally be a part of the group that is able to bring this name out of the darkness, and into the light of the world once more.”

Socretes Plucks two figs from the tree and hands one to Stan.

“Nella vita e la morte io sono con voi. Per l'eternità io sono Manovanni.”

Azrael steps out into the streets of New Orleans, immediately removing his rather large overcoat and tossing it into the Bayou. "Ah, warmth. Won't be needing this any longer." He sees Stan standing at a street corner talking, but he pauses to walk up to him. Azrael looks around and closes his eyes softly. Such history in these streets. The French Quarter, Royal Street, Bourbon Street, St. Charles, The Mississippi, Mardi Gras. His eldest ancestors were of French blood. Somehow this felt right. He looks over his shoulder at the softly rolling waters of the Mississippi, and with a smile he pulls out and lights a cigar, stepping towards Stan.

My brother, my friend. It pleases me to no end to venture with you into the grand city of New Orleans. These streets have been empty of our special skill set for too long. Businesses are needing extortion, prostitutes are running wild! You can handle the extortion, I'll take the prostitutes. Azrael looks over his shoulder to make sure nobody was paying attention to that last part. Anyway. It is my honor to serve alongside you, bearing the name Manovanni. I believe this is the start of something beautiful, and New Orleans will be straightened out in no time. Feel free to have a couple prostitutes on me. You can use my apartment so Elsa doesn't find out. Azrael throws his hood back on hoping that Elsa couldn't see him. I better head off to the bar before I get myself in trouble.

Azrael extends his hand to Stan, hands him a fresh Cuban, and wonders off to explore the city a little bit more.

Hearing the news from her esteemed leader, Brianna starts packing, running around excitedly and creating utter chaos in her room. Looking at a few of her ancestors' pictures as she carefully packed them, she talked to them about it

Just imagine, I'll be walking the streets of the Big Easy soon! Seeing the sights in the French Quarter, dining on crayfish and Cajun cooking. Oh, and Bourbon Street. So many places to go and statues, fountains and architecture to see while living your experiences!

New Orleans, home of jazz and the blues, my favorite music - maybe I'll get a chance to hear Duke Ellington or even Billie Holiday in person - this is like a dream and I don't want to wake up!

gazing at the picture of the ancestor she had been named for, Brianna smiled

I hope you are looking down and seeing me with your leader Tank-Mage's descendant and once again our family line honored to be part of La Famgilia Manovanni.

One last spin around to be sure she had everything, Brianna left the HQ in Chicago blowing it a farewell kiss and headed for her flight to New Orleans

Thrilled to see life return to the Big Easy. I dont know you, but I know mob presense in the city is good for our way of life. Good luck to you and your crew.

I am sure you will do big things here in New Orleans Boss.

Endless fun and acomplishments to come!

Long live La Famgilia Manovanni!

New Orleans is very dear to my heart as well. That was the first place my grandfather stepped foot in and where all my ties to this thing of our begins. I pray you can bring the city to even greater heights then ever, and bring respect and reputation for all mafioso in NO. Best of luck!

Congratulations Sir. I will be sure to check out your fine casino next time I go to New Orleans. I'll try not to leave with too much of your money.

Bobby grins and tips his hat...

He had just setteled in to his new home in Chicago when he was told that they were to rehome in The Big Easy. Any other city and he maybe upset, but The Big Easy was close to his heart. His bloodline had been in families there and had even owned businesses there. He lit a cigar and listened to his boss intently.

I know I have said it privately and once in the streets, but congratulations again in becoming city head. You made a tough decision in the last war and you've been rewarded for that decision. We can now become a family in the eyes of our peers even though we were always a family.

People of The Big Easy won't know whats hit them and finally organized crime can turn The Big Easy into a thriving city once more.

Congratulation for the promotion, StanPhyton. Well deserved

Although I'm still shocked and speechless about this, but together we all gonna help you for whateva you need, just say it :)

Congratulations, I am sure you will do great with your new position and your new city.

MikeHunt was over joyed for his friend. Know that they both were going to be City heads in this, took his breathe away like a hot broad would.

Congratulations my friend. Long time coming really. You remember how my great great grandfather worked along with yours in New Orleans. Those were the days of the gun back then. Shots blasting everywhere, no one could hide. Everyone was a target, Made or not.

Good luck in New Orleans my friend. Thanks for all you've done in Chicago with me.

The-Mark,awaits his arrival to the new city,and watches as others join him in the transfer'to New Orleans,as home.as he smiles - he twists open a bottle of beer,lights a smoke and sighs...we are here he replies,,welcome all in our family and new associates,on a draw bridge of a city that will prosper..

Congrats on the move to New Orleans to take over the operations.

The place has been empty for far too long, when I visit my secret loft over on 67th street and Washington often I wonder if it was a ghost town.. but not anymore! I hope a casino is built asap!

Raises a glass in the air

Kudos to N'awlens.

A word of advice, fire your Corp of Engineers and get those levee's fixed <.<