Sledge sat back in his chair and put his feet up, he was looking over paperwork for his HQ, something was bothering him. 

"CAITLINNN!" His voice bellowed through the HQ, she would surely hear and come soon enough.

A few momemts passed and CaitlinSnow popped her head round the door slowly.

"Come in. We have things to discuss. Its important"

She walked in slowly and sat next to Sledge's feet on his desk. She shoved them off the desk in disgust.

"What's wrong with you? I just cleaned this shit tip earlier and you want to dirty it already? You'll start cleaning yourse.."

"Shh. Go get me a sandwich before we continue. Pleaseeeeeee."

"Ugn fine. But this better be good."

Caitlin popped off and after a few minutes passed, came back with a plate piled high of ham sandwiches. She put them down next to Sledge and he grinned.

"You're a star. Good for something after all!"

"What's this business anyway? What is so important?"

Sledge passed CaitlinSnow the paperwork he was looking over, and circled the HQ Capacity.

"We need to expand to accommodate for the mobsters wishing to seek work and home in The Bronx. We are full and can't take a single person. Call AfghanTango up, get him down here, it's time."

Caitlin nodded in agreement. She pulled her phone out of her bag and called Tango up, telling him to come and meet herself and Slede in his office. While this was happening Sledge was throwing tiny pieces of crust at Caitlin, seeing how many he could land on her head. Sledge took great pride in winding Caitlin up and was trying to get her to flip out on the phone. It didn't work this time but if looks could kill, he'd of probably been buried several times over from the looks Caitlin was shooing him across the table.

"He's on his way, here in 5 minutes"

A few minutes passed and a slow knock on the door turned up. Tango walked in knowing it was important.

"Whats going on Boss? Everything alright?"

"Yes and no, Tango. Somethings going to happen tonight."

"Wh..what do you mean?"

"You have been fantastic, a loyal hard working member who I am enternally greatful for. But it's time for you to leave."

Sledge smirked at Tango, Tango look like he just shit a brick.

"Uhh. What do you mean? Time for me to leave?"

"You are leaving this HQ. Its the last time you will be in it, so enjoy it."

Tango looked even more worried, a few beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

"Relax bud. Ill cut it short. My HQ is full and you have been fantastic from day one, I really cant fault you. I need you to head up your own operation here in the Bronx, so we can continue rebuildinf and growing in size. What do you say?"

Tango let out a sigh of relief, CaitlinSnow was pissing her self with laughter, did he actually think sometjing bad was happening?

"It would be my honour Boss, Im pleased you feel you can trust me, I wont let you down!"

"Well, everything is waiting for you down the road my friend, lets take a stroll down to your new HQ"

Sledge had already planned it all. When they got there everyone was waiting to congratulate Tango. Sledge walked with Tango, Caitlin trailing behind the two men. Talking between themselves as they walked to the front of the HQ, Sledge waved for everyones attention.

Ladies, Gentleman, and DarylDixon. Today my good friend Tango will be taking my blessing and moving into his own HQ. Please wish him and his new family, 
DabCity™ to the Bronx! 

Sledge stepped back to allow Afghan to say a few words before he stood next to CaitlinSnow and watched.

Rayln approached AfghanTango and gave him a quick hug, "I could not be more excited that you're taking up residence in my former pride and joy." She told him. "The Bronx and all of New York is lucky to have you. Congratulations, my friend." she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading back to her own HQ to resume cleaning up from the chaos of the last 48 hours. 

Sprechstallmeister was cleaning up a pile of elephant crap when he got word about his favorite fruit setting up his own operation. He had a tough decision to make; stay at his circus cleaning up shit, or go congratulate his friend? It took him a whole second to decide. He wiped his hands off on one of the elephants and ran to the new DabCity HQ, where he saw AfghanTango standing outside in the middle of a crowd. Sprechstallmeister rushed over to him.

"Ghannypoo! Words can't express how happy I am for you! Ever since the first time our generations have met, you've been one hell of a guy. You've always worked your ass off and you were always really easy to get along with. Those combinations are golden. I can't wait to see what you'll do for the Bronx. Congratulations!"

Sprechstallmeister shook Afghan's hand, and for the first time in weeks, it didn't leave behind any residue. He walked away so others could congratulate him.

Following times of war, it's always a welcome sight to see members of this thing of ours rewarded with the opportunity to set up shop. I've not been in the Bronx for long, but I've already been overcome by the camaraderie that I have experienced in this district, as well as the city of New York all together.

I'm looking forward to seeing Afghan's family flourish as the Bronx continues its rebuilding project. Congratulations!

Simba lights up a cigar, before heading off to take care of some collections. 

Demi Realized there was a group of members gathering up around NY to as a man stood on a soap box giving out his speech he was being given a family, As everyone cheered throwing up their hats and tapping glasses with each other drinking worlds finest whiskey in congrats to the man. Demi pulled a flank out of dress took the biggest gulp of her life feeling the whiskey burnin down her throat to raise it as if something was done in his honor. 

Congratulations 

After showing up to see Sledge and hearing the good news that he wasn't getting kicked out to swim with the fishes, instead to set up his own headquarters Afghan was overjoyed. As he shook Sledge's hand, Caitlin walked in with a platter with only one sandwich. Normally this would be upsetting but today was a new day, a new beginning and now he had his own sandwich maker: Scott-Weiland. 

"Boss, thank you for this opportunity you have no idea how much it means to me. I will do my best to make you and the city of New York proud. I guess I have some work to do so I'm going to take off!"

Afghan turns as Caitlin approaches Sledges desk, he looks down at the platter quickly grabbing half of Sledges sandwich, he gives both of them a smirk and runs out of Sledges office. As he leaves he starts to take a bite out of the sandwich but then remembers he shook Sprechstallmeister's hand before going into Sledge's office. He gave his hand a look over for any shit that might be on it since Sprech is always playing in shit at the circus, looking okay he gives it a whiff, shrugs then devours the sandwich as he walks out of sight to his new HQ.