I became accustomed to a life of selling units. Never a dull day in the streets of Detroit, I share a drink with the Made Men of Dharma. The delivery boy pulls up in his truck while honking the horn for assistance. The gangsters unload cases of moonshine. Plans of new enterprises were being discussed and many of our current business ventures were proving to be quite lucrative.

Earnings statements were looking spectacular. The bosses seemed pleased with the money that was being brought in. The Godfather - Chairman of Detroit had put out word in the streets about accepting applications for youngsters to set up some crew in Las Vegas. Without hesitation, I jumped to the calling. Days go by and I continue my work in the side alley where Made Men gather to conduct business. BostonGeorge arrives and the ruffians get quiet. He walks into the HQ, signaling me to follow him inside. My heart rate jumps in speed. In his office, BostonGeorge explains that communication from The Godfather - Chairman SpikeS had just confirmed my application and that it is approved on every level necessary. Said that I'll be going to Paradise. I cannot describe my excitement.  

I shake hands with BostonGeorge,"Thank you for bringing me up and helping me to become the mobster I am today." I pass him an envelope containing some last minute donations. There was a real estate agent in town who knew of an HQ in Paradise. Understanding that space was limited, I gave the agent a laundry bag full of money at once, for my place in the desert.

I understood that I was now partly responsible for rebuilding a great city. I take a flight to the city that never sleeps.

560 State St. My HQ needed some work. The paint was worn and the place smelled of vacancy. I had a sign constructed,"The State Street Mafia" in all gold. I hired some guys to give me a hand with the cleaning. Before I open the doors, I light a candle to mark the moment. The doors open and the work begins.

WalterWhite recognized Hova as a prior member to BostonGeorge's crew, which he, himself, was a part of. It was a pleasure to watch a fellow member grow big and set up his own crew.

"Congratulations, man!" Walter said and patted him on the shoulder. "I'm sure you'll do great out there. Take care."

Saul heard the news that Hova had moved to Las Vegas to set up home and a new family so Saul made the first flight. On Arrival he jumped the train down to Paradise, Saul made himself down to Hova new Headquarters where he met Hova. 

"Congratulations Hova you deserve this moment and I know you will do a great job and I look forward to watching your journey. All the best my friend."

Saul smiles and puts a star sign up to Hova before making his way back the train station.