The cocaine business had taken a slight dive as of late. The 'taco' business, Tacos El Fuego, had been going through some slow times in Vegas, presumably due to the high volume of dealers around. The fact that the majority of the tourists spent their time going on gambling sprees or drinking copious amounts of liquor certainly didn't help either.

FuegoSteve had been brainstorming, meeting with various different members of the crew to get input. The only thing that any of them could come up with was to move the location of the truck. There were concerns though, as they already had a reputation around the Streets of Vegas. Not too long ago, Fuego was reached out by a lawyer and they had mentioned that an uncle of his died and had left him a building in the city of Chicago. Fuego didn't have use for it until now...

"Amigos, make sure to grab everything. We're not coming back here."

Fuego had been asked to move his operation to South Side, Chicago. Along with him, @MonsterHair and @Prati were also to be moving to the Windy City. We wanted to make sure everything was brought and nothing was left behind.

Senorita was sitting at the blackjack table when Ramone tapped her on the shoulder. He whispered in her ear that there was a phone call waiting for her. She grabbed her chips, handing them to him before heading for the casino office. She stepped inside and picked up the receiver, listening for a moment. She hung up the phone, turned around and squealed.

"Ramone, mi querido, we must go ahora. The Boss needs us like yesterday. Vamonos! Don't just stand there, go cash in my chips darling!"

Ramone cashed in her chips and they were out of the casino, heading for La Hermandad Headquarters. It was moving day and there wasn't a moment to lose. Everything needed to be loaded into the taco truck and headed out to the Windy City. As they walked, a dress in the window of a small shop caught her eye. She stopped and called out to Ramone.

"I don't think Senor Fuego would mind if we take just a few momentos. I simply cannot go to Chicago in this old thing, now can I? It is a very especial dia querido. "

Henri Ducard and Owen Madden had been hanging around the Casino, Picking some pockets and flirting with the ladies as well as secretly keeping an eye on the Boss's Right Hand.

Senorita seemed to be doing alright at the tables, which was always good. Christ knew she could drink her weight in tequila and that the gambling winnings would offset her alcohol expenses.

Senorita had been approached by someone, who proceeded to whisper in her ear. Henri watched as she walked off, though he thought it looked more like a well organized stumble than a walk. Shaking his head and patting Owen on the shoulder, Henri whispered.

"Let us go, friend."

The two stayed a few blocks behind Senorita as she made her way back to the HeadQuarters. She didn't know it, but Owen and Henri had taken to silently protecting her from the shadows. She of course had her own team of security, but after having seen multiple of her Guards picking their nose while on the job...Henri held no faith in them.

After walking through the doors of the HQ, Henri stopped immediately. One of the younger looking Associates squeaked,

"We're going to Chicago, we're going to Chicago!"

What the fuck? Henri thought to himself...

Raising an eyebrow towards OwenMadden, Henri nods in the direction of the staircase leading up to FuegoSteve's office. Without another word, they make for the stairway.

Rhia was back in Vegas after a while of wandering around. She came to visit her mother's grave as well as to meet some of her good friends.

She was gone for so long that the idea of settling in one place seemed really strange yet she longed for a place to call home. Upon arriving she went to find @WoonBot, a dear friend of hers, the son of her mother's great friend.

'Hello Woonie!' She greeted him. 'Long time no see.' 

He was obviously in a rush. 'Heeey there! Good timing! Here, hold this!' He threw a box filled with stuff in Rhia's arms and told her to follow him.

"We're moving to Chicago. Your timing was perfect since we are short on people.'

We? Chicago? Rhia was confused and obviously irritated by the way her friend greeted her. Not to mention that carrying the heavy box on high heels wasn't the best feeling. 

A vein popped on her forehead as she started speaking in a loud voice.

'The box is damn heavy, Woon. And you are moving to Chicago? I just got back in town.' He was walking way too fast while mumbling something about La Hermandad which was obviously an awful name. The rest she didn't get because she was lost in thoughts about how to murder him and about how her legs were killing her.

Along the way they met a certain guy who apparently was the Leader of the La Hermandad Headquarters. He introduced himself as @FuegoSteve while speaking a combination of spanenglish and told her that he knew her mother and about how much she resembled her.

Rhia smirked thinking to herself that she is way more beautiful than her mother ever was.

'Our crew needs a few more people, seniorita!' the man told her. 'If you are looking for a place we would be glad to offer you a spot. After all your mother did the same for me when I needed a place to settle.'

He seemed genuine and warm as a person which made Rhia think that this meeting was a sign. Meeting someone who knew her mother, maybe she could learn more about that person.

Knocking on the Boss's door and opening it without waiting for an answer, Owen Madden stepped inside Fuego's office, shortly followed by Henri Ducard. He glanced around as he always liked to do upon entering a room, though he knew Henri would've already surveyed everything long before he could. Henri was a bastard. A useful bastard, though, and a good friend.

The two took seats in comfortable chairs and waited. Not much time had passed before they heard footsteps in the hallway. Henri stood and positioned himself behind the door, making it nearly impossible for the person entering to see him. Owen turned his head slightly, looking at the door.

FuegoSteve rushed in, eyes darting around - muttering about all that there was to do. He didn't even notice Owen or Henri until he'd taken a seat at his desk. Blinking a few times and raising an eyebrow, he tilted his head. Before he got the chance to say anything, Senorita came bursting through the door with her arms full of shopping bags.

Fuego, Henri, and Owen all simultaneously rolled their eyes and sighed. Senorita flashed them a grin and set a gift basket in front of Steve without saying a word.

He proceeded to pull out tortilla shells, onions, a miniature rake, and an assortment of spices. Senorita stood there laughing until she was clutching her sides, and Henri sighed. Owen chuckled and asked the Boss.

"So it's true then, we're going to Chicago?"

"Si its true amigo. The powers that be asked if I wanted to move the operations across country and I accepted. I know its a short notice but we need to leave asap to the Windy City."

Fuego stopped and looked over to Senorita.

"Thanks for the gift basket... man I could really use a new taste palette. Maybe some Italian or something. Maybe its a good things we're moving to Chicago. They have the absolute best Italian dishes. Anyways we need to finish loading the truck. Everyone cannot fit in the truck but they can take the bus I had Jose rent."

Jose was the sous chef in Fuego's taco truck. Being Fuego's cousin had its perks but Jose really didn't get the treatment. 

Everyone continued to load the taco truck the best they could. The rest of the headquarters was packed up. Even the frozen margarita machine was packed up. Nothing was left behind. 

"Jose make sure to get Consuela and her sister over her to clean up. I want this place spotless and I want it to look like no one was ever here."

And with that, the group of them took one long last look at the small headquarters. They all loved where they had come from and were looking forward to whatever else was in their future. Along with the core of them, a few friends had joined their journey. It was an honor to lead these people and another honor to be asked to start their own thing across country.

A few days later...

A few days later they had finally arrived to their destination. 75th and Clark were the intersections where Fuego's uncle left him a building after he had passed. The building was massive. It wasn't surrounded by much but a couple empty shops and an open parking lot. He managed to back the truck into the parking lot and they started to unload their belongings into the new building.

"Well this is it amigos. Our new home. Lets make Chicago great again!"