Dressed in a fine suit and jacket, gifted to him by Ronin, Connor approached the stage that had been set up earlier that day by some associates of the Yakuza and The Devil’s Trap. He flipped down the collar of his overcoat as he prepared to address the crowd that had formed in the Old City District of Philadelphia. He reached down to his left wrist with his right hand and touched his gold watch which was a gift from DeanWinchester and Raiden - it glinted as a ray of sunlight briefly shone down through the wintry clouds. Behind him stood Tesla, his new Right Hand Man, who was also dressed formally for the occasion.

“Welcome, everyone. I would first off like to thank all of you for joining me here for this occasion. It’s not every day that one is filled with this much pride, and is able to share it with all of their wonderful friends, family, associates and some complete strangers.”

“As you may have heard in Ronin’s speech, I have been selected to set up my own crew here in the Old City District of Philadelphia. This is something my line has aspired to accomplish for quite some time, and I am forever indebted to Ronin for this opportunity. He always told me ‘if you work hard you will be rewarded,’ and he has upheld that philosophy in every instance. I look forward to working further with Ronin and Dean, as well as with our friends across the city in Bella Vista, The Stoics led by Cato.”

“Before I ramble on too much; however, I will skip to the point of my coming out here. I would like to introduce, the newest crew on these streets: The Patch. Some of you may be thinking ‘oh no, another group of bikers,’ or possibly even pirates come to mind. Those of you who think such things are entirely wrong and should feel bad about yourself for being so unimaginative. The Patch represents those blue-collar, hardworking, tough, dedicated, dirty, mean, and often cruel sum’bitches who walk our streets on their off-days when they are not drilling for oil. We work hard, we gamble, we usually spend our money on stupid and pointless shit, but we are some damn tough men and women.”

“So if you find yourself questioning where all the working-class people have gone, look no further. Tesla and I are looking forward to meeting those young faces who are not afraid of hard work.”

With a wink and a wave to the crowd, ConnorMcDavid stepped off the stage and headed down the street to his HQ. An old black industrial warehouse with a pumpjack coming through a giant skylight in the middle. As he opened the door it appeared to have a luxurious interior, despite its shortfall on outer decoration.

Dean was standing at the front of the crowd as ConnorMcDavid gave his speech. He always admired it when someone would give some backstory to their choice of a family name. He thought it was a family of pirates at first, but thankfully there was some clarification. Dean didn't even feel bad about making that mistake, as he knew Connor would expect that from him anyway. Dean caught Connor before he left the stage, and felt the need to say a few words.

"My precious Right Hand, ConnorMcJesus. I don't know what to say. You were an absolute joy to have around my HQ for the short time that you were, and you'll surely be missed by The Devil's Trap. Raiden will miss you even more I'm sure, since now he'll actually have to do some work. But you deserve this chance, and we'll all have to adjust. This goes without saying, but if you ever need anything, we're right across the street."

"I better see you at The Hole tonight so we can celebrate!"

Dean chuckled, still holding on to an empty flask. His heart ached as he craved just one drop. Sober enough to hold back his tears, he shook Connor's hand and made room for others to speak up.

Standing at the back of the crowd, Jack was smoking a cigarette hanging onto Godfather Ronin every word. When the time came, it was announced that ConnorMcDavid was to be auth'd to set up his own organisation here in Old District, Philly. Jack nearly dropped his cigarette when he heard this as it left him in complete shock. His mouth was open for nearly a minute before he marched forward a little, clapping his hands as loud as he could.

Jack had known ConnorMcDavid for some time now, and his body was filled with joy and various other emotions. He was happy that his good friend was leaving for bigger and better things, but sad that he was leaving at the same time. Jack was never too good with handling shocking news, but he knew exactly how he needed to handle this. Going over to ConnorMcDavid with the cigarette still lit, and perched in his mouth, Jack stopped clapping and grabbed hold of ConnorMcDavid arms. He flashed him a smile, then kissed him respectfully on either of his cheeks.

"Connor, congratulations, my friend. You have no idea how much happiness this fills me with." Said Jack, trying not to get his smoke in ConnorMcDavid face. He let him go, and took a few steps back.

"You know exactly where to find me, should you ever need anything, my old friend." Continued Jack as he stepped back some more, clapping his hands once again. Jack vanished back to the back of the crowd, and continued smoking away, trying not to let his emotions get the better of him.

Ronin smiled over at Connor as he announced his new operation. He was very proud of Connor, having come so far since seeking out Ronin for refuge in Detroit. 

"Connor, you have done nothing but impress since you came to me. Just like Dean. And like Dean you have been rewarded for your loyalty and hard work. I cannot express just how proud of you I am. Tesla was a good hand for me, and has been with me since the day I set up my HQ in Detroit. I know he will guide you well as you embark on this journey."

"I am certain you won't let me down."

He stood behind ConnorMcDavid while he was giving his speech. Connor talked about the past and future, working together to build the great city of Philadelphia. Tesla felt proud when Ronin spoke kind words of him about the time they spent together. It would be weird not being Ronin's hand anymore, but then again Connor was a great leader and he himself would be stepping up as well. 

When the speech come to an end Connor walked by. Tesla greeted the man:

"Connor, congratulations, well deserved. I glad we get to start this journey together. I will make you proud."

Audrey smacked herself in the head when it dawned on her that she still had another appointment she had to go to before she could meet everyone at the bar. She whipped her car around an opening in the road and headed back to the location Ronin had announced that he was taking over as Godfather earlier in the day.

When she arrived she checked herself in the mirror, shaking her head at herself and wondering if she should have grabbed a coffee before attempting to make it through another speech. Stepping out of her car, she walked up to the crowd and caught the tail end of Connor's speech. She cheered loudly, hoping to make up for the fact that she'd spaced his announcement, but she didn't miss the amused look his face.

"Busted," she said, offering a sheepish smile as she walked up to him. "You know not to expect much, to be fair." Audrey smiled at the group of men before her, proud of what they'd accomplished since leaving their family. "And don't you lot clean up nice?! I never thought I'd see the day. You know I will miss you guys keeping me a little more sane around the headquarters, but I know you're going to do amazing things. Now more importantly, let me buy you a couple drinks in celebration!"

anasthasia Petrova runs onto the market to buy beers since she needs keep up a old joke.

Arriving at the party, she seens ConnorMcDavid talking with DeanWinchester and smiling devilish she say congratz to you Connor and place the beer box on his arms while looks at koehler knowing he is looking little mad at her.

"My friend i wish a long and awesome life to you and the beers is because i knew wouldnt have since Dean is under of age to buy it yet"

Gratz boys and look forward to admire Ph growing under your command!

Frank was out for a rip in OCD when he came across the authing of his good friend Connormcdavid.  Frank found a bent old stick on the ground and a good sized stone and stickhandled up and fired a clapper just past the ear of Connor.  Frank lifted the stick in the air and flashed a toothless grin that would make any hockey player happy.  Frank does a victory dance next to his friend Connor and taps him on the head and whacks him on the ass.

"Connor - Congratulations my friend.  I read fond memories of you in my father's journal, and I'm sure you'll work hard and make the OCD prosper.  Never forget that you've got friends in Bella Vista."

Frank - not having much else to say goes and takes a seat on the bench and sprays his whisky all over his face while he sniffs the smelling salts to get ready for the next shift of hard work.

Scottie wonders into the streets and proceeds to gaze in wonder at the strange actions of the young mobster calling himself "DesiredName."

Wow, with manners like that, iit's surely a wonder that you didn't garner a response. Perhaps you've not learned enough of this world to know of respect. Calling the leader of a respected family a "punk ass" is most certainly a reason to be ignored. Hell, some would argue that it deserves a bullet in the head. 

Scottie pauses and then slides a few bucks into the youngsters pocket.

Learn some respect young man, it may just save your life.

The Patch represents those blue-collar, hardworking, tough, dedicated, dirty, mean, and often cruel sum’bitches who walk our streets on their off-days when they are not drilling for oil. We work hard, we gamble, we usually spend our money on stupid and pointless shit, but we are some damn tough men and women.”

You just summed me up, well all, apart from the women bit...

I'm glad to be a part of The Patch Connor and hope that I can help provide what it is that you need in our family. 

I know i am a bit late here Connie, and I apologize. Obviously I have been very busy.

I recall the day you came to me, back when I was still in Detroit. Duke was stepping down, and you told me I was the only leader who was even remotely close to what you wanted out of one. I gave you a shot, thinking you might just be a stud if I put some effort into your growth as a mafiosi and a person. 

Lo and behold, you were one of the best decisions I have ever made.

Congratulations on your family, and I know you will make me proud.

In the time I've gotten to know you ConnorMcDavid, I couldn't be more excited to be part of your crew and cant wait to see all the things I know you can bring to our fair city.

I'm thrilled to be working with you as I'm sure you'll do great things.

Congratulations ConnorMcDavid

A few days had passed before Nighthawk had the chance to congratulate ConnorMcDavid on his new HQ in Old City District of Philadelphia. After the passing of his dear friends Godfather-Chairman Kimble and his trusted Right Hand Man JackRuby, he had been drinking himself away in an old back street tavern in New York. 

Once news broke out that Anna would be joining Godfather-Chairman Ronin and Consigliere ConnorMcDavid in Old City District, and after the warm introduction we had upon arriving, Nighthawk decided to fetch a very fine bottle of scotch and headed over to his HQ to congratulate on his appointment and get down to business. 

'Connor, a massive congratulations on your appointment in Old City District. Godfather-Chairman has chosen wisely and will no doubt be shown how tremendous your leadership skills are and the hardwork you will put into Old City District'.

Nighthawk ruffled into a paper bag he had brought along with him to transport Connor's gift. Pulling the gift out of the paper bag Nighthawk handed Connor the gift. 

'Please take my gift on your appointment. I am told it is the finest scotch you will find in Philadelphia and I'm sure you'll create a legacy here and I am thoroughly looking forward to working with you closely'. 

Nighthawk then gathered his stuff, presented and shook Connor's hand and made his way back outside and around the corner to carry on his daily duties back in Anna's HQ