Walking through the new family headquarters opened in Brooklyn the fresh smell of varnish fills the air. The scent of new leather mixed with the smell of varnish fills the nostrils warming the bodies senses. Feeling a tingle rush through his fingers Asylum can't help but look around at the old headquarters that has been worked on through renovation after renovation for weeks. Everything was ready. A new beginning from an old ending. 

Ladies and gentlemen it's with great pleasure that I take a position of leadership here in Brooklyn. New York like all of the other cities have had it's streets touched by great bloodlines. Every leader in someway has left a mark or a memory along the way during their tenure in this world that we so dearly call home.

Pulling out a folded up yellow flag Asylum hands it to his head bodyguard McVadon. The flag worn and slightly falling apart still carries a beacon to what will be the calling card of the new crime syndicate in Brooklyn.

McVadon, head up to the second story and run this up the flag pole.

Looking around in the streets at familiar faces and unknown faces fill the streets. Waiting patiently a window is opened, McVadon hanging half way out the window runs the yellow flag up to the edge hanging over the streets. 

The Gadsden Flag ladies and gentlemen. I've spoken in the streets about my past in the military and the ties McVadon and I have that go back years. Kimble was kind enough to open his doors to me and bring me in. I've helped him and his counterparts reach a level that is greatly revered that only the best mobsters achieve. Today I bring a crime syndicate to his disposal. To further build a future in the six cities. 

I present to you, The Gadsden Army.