WildTurkey had just left New Orleans where he had attended the ringing in of Godfather Phil_Steak. So much had happened in one day he figured his speech could wait a few hour's. He had enjoyed himself in New Orleans and was just making his way home now. Earlier in the night, Godfather SammyGarcini had given him his permission to set up a criminal organization in New York. He had dropped the key into the palm of his hand and in full faith that WT would be the embodiment of mafia values. He intended to do that just as his fathers and grandfathers before him. They had painstakingly disassembled every board, and nail, and brick and moved them from Chicago to New York. Once a plot of land in the center of Hells Kitchen had been selected, they were painstakingly again reassembled. WT walked up to the old building now and patted the door. Something about it felt familiar, even though this would be his first look inside the finished building. Sure, he had been inside many times during the construction and decorating. But, this would be his first night calling it his own.

As he keyed the lock and opened the door the foyer was filled with framed pictures. At the top he saw his great grandfather, Godfather Kimble. Right next to his picture hung his admiral RHM/man that took over the family, SpuffWaffle. Beyond them there hung a picture of Simplicity, AizlynnLombardi, KarmaCouture, Isacaron, FernandoTorres, and countless other high profile that had sprung from Morningwood back in the day. WT had high hopes for this family now based in New York, he had a hell of a reputation to keep up. He combed through all the rooms and corridors to be sure that his family would have everything they would need. The wind swept in through a open window, carrying the sound of a gathering crowd outside. He walked back to the front door where he met Typhon. He clasped the young man on the shoulder, and together they walked out to address the mob.

"Well, I guess you all are expecting a speech from me. I won't lie I am a shy man… Just kidding. I love to hear the sound of my own voice. I am here to announce the re-opening of The Morningwood Elite. It was many moons ago that my great grandfather Kimble left from New York to start a criminal operation under the great Godfather Roman. It was there that he met his greatest challenges and his impressive successes. For many, many moons he lead his family under this banner. The family then had reached heights that he did not even think possible. I now step into those shoes to carry along my great grandfathers legacy. I have even higher hopes for this family as we embark on this journey in strengthening New York. Our task here is huge no doubt, and the responsibility is staggering. I do feel as if I am capable of the job though. This leadership position will not be taken for granted. I thank you Godfather Garcini, for giving me this chance to prove myself once again. You will not be lef down by myself, or my family. You have our swords."

Well my old friend, id like to congratulate you on you recent success and following in your grandfathers footsteps, he would be proud. I wish you the best of luck and hope to see you obtain great things as your grandfather did when he flew the same banner. Returning New york to its former glory will be tough, but im sure sammy chose the right man for the job to help him succeed in this task.

Welcome back to the Morning Wood Elite!

Angel raises her glass in a toast

To a man who I know descends from a strong and capable family. To a man who has proven himself competent and wise beyond his years. I know you will do your grandfather proud in reviving the Wood. Congratulations, and all my best wishes to you!

Mr. Agent walks over to his boss looking at him into his eyes

You know WildTukery, we have known each others bloodlines for several years now.

We've seen eye to eye on things here and there, but I'm glad to see where you are today.

I honestly not sure what else to say to you other than congrats...

I know you have friends gather around seeing your glorious day and they probably will write you a book on how proud they are of you.

I just want you to know that I'm happy for you and look to see what you can bring to New York

He gives his old friend a hug

Congrats again buddy

Wildturkey are fathers worked together and i know how hard your bloodline has worked your an amazing gem in this thing of ours and congrats man i know you will do great things in New York. 

Saluto!

We have had our times working for our great godfather Garcini, now you have become my leader and i therefore swear loyalty to you and sammy youll make New York the proudest city of all, cheers for you my great leader WildTurkey.

"Congratulations Mr Turkey. I hope it all works out for you fella..."

Wiping the dirt from his hands as he places the Cooper Mk111 fold-away spade in the trunk of his car, Thunder hears a familiar voice from the opposite corner of the street.

After checking his appearance in the door mirror of his Buick sedan, he makes his way over towards WildTurkey.

He greets the head of the Morningwood Elite with a smile and a firm handshake before speaking.

This is indeed a day for celebration. I am familiar with the steel from which your bloodline is forged and have no doubt that you will prosper even further, embracing the values and ethos which have helped shape the character of your lineage.

I look forward to serving with you, as my ancestors once did, and being part of the Morningwood Elite, and this great city of ours.

I wish you good health, wealth, and every success.

Congratulations Sir.

Someone once asked me what WT was really like....
You know what WT is really like? He takes care of his guys. He sticks his own head out in the line, to make sure that his guys are taken care of properly. What more could anyone ask for from a boss. Anyone lucky enough to be able to work for this man will not regret it for a single day of their lives.

Claps

Nice job Jesus!

Falls to his knees and worships his lord

Viper stalked around the shadows of the gathering for a few moments, listening to everyone's praise before sneaking past Turkey's BG's and scaring the shit out of him by sliding a blunt over his shoulder into his breast pocket. Smirking, Viper hisses

"Congratsss WildTurkey! I've looked through the logsss of my ancestorsss and they say that our lines go as far back as the first of mine, having being taken into its first ever crew by your great(multiplied by a few,) Grandfather Skull. Since then we've worked together on tremendousss amounts of occasions, some good, some bad...But I must say I know you'll do superb and I hope to help you along the way.

Viper thinks back to the first bit of the speech and turns to Turkey

"Sammy's a great GodFather and all, but he cannot have my sword! Give it back!"

Viper chuckles and slinks off into the darkness to let his dear friend, and leader, bathe in the joyous occasion.

My, how the world does cycle and each generation ends up near its roots. I know much of your family line WildTurkey, as you do of mine. Some generations close friends, others barely knew each other and some fought. But throughout their diaries, not a bad word do I see spoken about your ancestors, even during wars. You are absolutely stellar and I am glad to have this chance to be a part of your shining. Salut

"Congratulations Mr Turkey. May all of your endeavour's succeed and may you prosper for a long time.."