The Skyscrapers of Chicago continue to flutter through her mind as she gazed at the New York buildings. The reached up into the clouds and peered down from the heavens. The stillness in New York was only matched by the quietness in the streets. The sound of faint whispers encircled the streets of New York if one stood still long enough. 

Your Bags ma'am.

The flight attendant tried to hand her the suitcases she brought on. One of her bodyguards immediately took the bag and she made her way off the plane. Loading up into the vehicle they cruised around the city getting a tour of the area. She sipped on her drink and gazed at those walking on the empty streets. She couldnt help but think of Kurgans words as she drove around the city.

North Side to New York? You have my blessing Godmother. I wish you and the Whispering Shores the best of luck.

The many wars and long nights she had held for Chicago repeated in her mind. The fights she had for her friends and family. Those that had given their life to not just North Side, but to the city were held so close to her heart. Now she was off to a new world. She had what felt a new start to her criminal campaign. New York was always known for some of the very best Mob runs and Deces was sure hers would be no different. As she takes one last deep breath in knowing change is finally here, the sound of whispers begins to surround her.