New York was growing rather quickly as a city, Manhattan had an acting Godfather recently appointed with SammyGato joining him in rebuilding the district, Voodoo had recently given Morte_Rossa the nod to take up her own Headquarter and assist him in building Brooklyn, but now it was Bronx's turn.

Eredin knew the right man for the job as he had been with him since the day their family was founded, he was a loyal man and had done a lot for him. It was time for him to set out on his own and continue to help the Bronx build but in a different way this time. He wanted to deliver the keys to his Headquarter to him personally so he sent someone to find John and bring him up to his office.

After a few minutes he had arrived and taken a seat sitting directly across from where Eredin was. Eredin looked at him and said "John, you have been with me since the start, you along with Diogenis have helped me get everything I needed far before it was even time for me to set up my own Headquarter, for this I am awarding you your own Headquarter to work out of and officially become my Underboss. Diogenis will move to be my Right Hand and continue to assist in our building. I know you are the right man for the job."

With that he handed the keys to John and watched as he exited the office and started his own journey to building a great family and becoming a cornerstone to the Bronx.

Walks past Johns building and shouts up through an open window

Congratulations Sir!!

Crossing his legs, fidgeting with his beret and rearranging the over the top necklace of onions, John made several guttural noises from the back of his throat. Noises that could only be construed as affirmation to what Eredin was saying.

Aaaaaaaah yis, a oui oui, I agree with what you 'ave errrrr said about moi, and I errrr shall try and uphold zee great name that is Le Bronx and zee Nouveau York.

Placing his hand forward to shake Eredin's, John knocks over the cup of tea and burns his hand.

FUCKING HELL, THAT BLOODY THING HURT LIKE A BASTARD.

Pausing for a moment, John realised he let his French accent slip and revealed his very Northern English accent. Nervously laughing, looks out the window and begins to speak again.

Merci beaucoup, Monsieur Eredin. Eye shall not let ziss opportunity go to zee waste! From ziss day forward, Le Promiscuous Croissants, are in your service!

Getting up and bowing his head, John makes his way out of the room, thinking of his next scheme to make things more French.

'Aahhhh hoi hoi hoi' echoed down the corridors as John made his way out of the building.

Goddammit. I hoped the French clique died out with Zed. 

Nevertheless, congratulations.

Deadshot is roaming the streets fresh off the boat trying to make his way in this world, he see's a crowd gathering round a man that looks powerful. So Deadshot makes his way over and gets to the front of the crowd, he listens to Eredin when he finishes Deadshot clears his throat and begins to speak in front of everyone.

"Congratulations JohnHartman on your new Headquarters, I know you will do a great job and I look forward to following your future."

Deadshot nods at JohnHartman and steps back into the crowd.

It has been sometime since Zaheer was last seen roaming the streets. He preferred the crawling of the city's roofs and hiding in the shadows but alas sometimes one must be forced to make his presence known. Early in the day a fellow Red Lotus member had approached him with news that John Hartman had been given authorisation to run a crew of his own. After recovering from the initial shock of having the words 'run' and 'John Hartman' in the same sentence, Zaheer's mood greatly improved knowing his dear friend had been given such a great honour. For such an occasion Zaheer figured he would congratulate John himself.

Crouching low, Zaheers fingers grabbed hold of the tiles on the roof as he leaned over the edge looking down at the balcony. He hoped that this was indeed John's new HQ. The last two places turned out to be bakeries and having Zaheer fly through their windows had created quite the awkward situation. Keeping a hold on the tiles, Zaheer flung himself off the roof so he dangled just above the balcony. Releasing his hold he landed softly on the concrete floor not making the slightest bit of sound. Testing the balcony door he found it unlocked. Zaheer rolls his eyes at such low security but assumed John hadn't completely gotten used to his new HQ yet. Slowing opening the door, Zaheer cartwheels through the gap to land directly behind John who was sitting at his desk going through some paperwork. Looking down at the paperwork Zaheer notices a lot of photos of women in quite revealing poses. Zaheer frowns at seeing a photo of Razeeh in Johns collection. Zaheer clears his throat to make his presence known.

Hearing Zaheer, John quickly opens his draw and throws all his photos in it then spins his chair around to face Zaheer with a gun in his hand. "Fuck Zaheer do you always have to do this shit?" John exclaims putting his gun away. "I thought you would appreciate me coming here to congratulate you on your new promotion. Who would have thought aye? Seriously though my friend Congratulations. I couldn't be happier. Eredin has done an amazing job in picking you for this task. Here have this present, my entire family chipped in for it." Zaheer throws a metal object on Johns desk then turns around and cartwheels back onto the balcony before John could say anything. Jumping on the railing, Zaheer looks at the street below and breaths in deeply. This was the moment Zaheer thought to himself. Repeating in his mind over and over again, "Let go your earthly tether. Enter the void. Empty, and become wind." Leaping off the railing, Zaheer feels the air against his skin as he falls. "Become wind! Become wind!" he growls to himself. Zaheers eyes widen as he sees the ground fast approaching. Lucky for him a stall was set up just outside of Johns HQ. Zaheer crashes through the roof of the stall and smashes through the table to hit the ground with a grunt. Zaheer looks around to see what broke his fall as he hears the store owner scream out. "My cabbages!!!!!!" Zaheer leaps up onto his feet, bows apologeticly to the owner and slips him a few notes before running off down the street with a grin on his face. He was so close that time. Could almost feel it.

Diff had finally found some time to free herself from her very busy schedule, so she made her way over to see her good friend Eredin and to also congratulate Mr. Hartman on their new step forward. She got in her car and told the driver where exactly to do, when they got there, the driver then open the door for her and she made her way up the Wild Hunt's headquarters.

How wonderful to see you both working together to make Bronx a bigger and better district, You have done a awesome job of that already Eredin and i know that with Mr. Hartman being by your side, that you two will do even more amazingly in the Bronx. So with that, Congratulations on your very own headquarters Mr. Hartman, i look forward in seeing what you manage to accomplish in the future. 

With that, she gives them both a big hug and then heads to her next destination. 

Appel walked up to Mr. Hartman and held a cigar box in his hand. 

"Here you go Mr. hartman, just a gift for you to owner this moment. I hope you like them, I made them myself"

As he have the box away he also opend it and took one of the lollypops out of it, 

"I hope you don't mind me taking one, I forget to take along my own "

Walks through the new front of Bronx, We're his buddy is setting up and building his own crew to make NY looks better and great.

Walks nearly to Johnny, " Kaboooom! As you made it to your dream goal tho, Congrats hope you be in great shape soon "

Smiled as he reach on johnny hand a champagne, I guess it a celebration to you and your family!

Cheers! 

Salute as he walks aways the fort! " GOODLUCK ! " 

Carnival recently hearing of the new auth's that have been going on around the city of New York, Rushing in to congratulate JohnHartman.

"Congratulations man. Good luck in your run as a Crew Leader."

Senza recieved Eredin's message about giving JohnHartman the nod to lead his own headquarters in the Bronx. She decided to pay JohnHartman a visit to offer her congratulations.

"JohnHartman, congratulations on your new Headquarters. I know it must have been hard under Eredin, going through all those messages to find important notes. I wish you the best of luck"

After having said that she holds the nearest cab to drive her back home.

Phil had been informed about the news that JohnHartman was to begin his own outfit. Putting on his best suit he had a car brought round to take him to the new headquarters.

"John, it is an absolute honour to be working with you on this run. We have become extremely good friends and I can only imagine what we could accomplish here in The Bronx. Many congratulations to you, and apologies for arriving to the festivities so late"

Clover was carrying a box of her own home brewed Moonshine. Some of the boys wanted to help her carry it, but she refused their offers. Upon reaching John's office, she placed it on his table and greets him.

Congratulations John! I have brought you my own stash of spirits. I hope you and your new outfit would enjoy it! And by the way, you are always welcome at Ms. Clover's. Hope to see you soon!

straightens his tie and suit and takes a puff of his cigar

I was just speaking with Eredin the other day about the need for expansion, had I know this was coming now I could've saved myself a lot of breath. You have everything it takes to go far in this world Mr. Hartman and I pray that you do. Bronx has definitely taken a step forward with the addition of you in a bold suit and I'm looking forward to the future our district and New York has.

Congratulations Mr. Hartman for earning this opportunity, I suspect you will do all proud.