It had been many moons since Aztec and his band of misfits had built their Temple. Many faces had passed through during it's rise, each and every one of them having poured blood, sweat and tears into the foundation. Not everyone was so lucky to have survived since the beginning, and Dillon was reminiscing all the wonderful times he had with the fallen as he sat to the left of Aztec and his throne. They were sitting in the Great Hall with every member of the tribe present and standing as they awaited Aztec's speech.  It wasn't until Aztec began to speak that Dillon finally snapped back to. Sitting up and looking at his mighty leader he began to listen...

Our magnificent Temple has risen to glories many saw coming with the hard work and dedication each and everyone of you has put in. Our bellies and pocket are full, our beds occupied by beautiful women, our children protected by the thick walls and the many fortification we have raised, but our populace has grown too big for our Temple, and so it is now time to expand...

Mumbling erupted in the masses as people whispered back and forth between one another. Everyone was shocked and curious, even Dillon though it couldn't be seen on his blank face. The mumbling and whispers died down almost immediately as Aztec rose from his throne with a golden dagger in hand. He paced around the hall looking each and every man and woman he passed in the eye before making his way to the very end, Dillon. As the two stare one another in the eyes for what seems an eternity, Aztec walks up and approaches Dillon's seat and places the dagger in his hands..

You Dillon shall take a handful of our finest Aztec Warriors and raise a new Temple here in the Strip. May the Huitzilopochtli look down upon you with favour. Now go as winter is coming..

Standing in the crowd, listening to the latest news about the future of Las Vegas, MrManson can't help but smile.

'Congrats Dillon.  This is something that is well deserved.  The future of  Las Vegas is something we should all be excited about."

Sonny was sitting close to Dillon as Aztec was speaking. He had a hunch that it was going to be his long time friend that was going to get to expand Aztec's empire. As soon as the name was announced, Sonny turned to Dillon and gave him a bear hug.

Congrats my friend!  This has been a long time coming, but well worth the wait.  You have my loyalty for as long as you will have me.  Let's do Aztec proud.

Ilammo heard of his old friend Dillon's auth and waste no time in taking the earliest flight to Las Vegas. Having spent his early days with Dillon in the Outfit back then in Chicago, he wanted to give his best wishes personally. 

Arriving on the temple, most of the misfits was already gathered and some of them had already gave their congratulatory wishes to Dillon. Ilammo waited patiently amongst the crowd for an opportunity to step up. Seeing that Dillon was finally free, Ilammo stepped up to him with a wide smile.

"Congratulations Dillon! This is truly deserving. You've taught me the basic of being amafiaso back in the Outfit, and I could not agree more that you should lead your own crew. Best of luck and wishes! LV is sure lucky to have you buddy."

Ibarra was in the crowd listening to Dillon, now after hearing the news that he'll be moving into his new HQ. He clapped to show a sign of a commendation.

"My friend Dillon, I remember the first time you had introduced me to the Misfits, now months past and you are already moving onto making your new crew in LV and going up to better places, I'm incredibly happy for you my friend and I know you are going to do good with what you do next. You come in a great friend, you come out a great friend and a leader."