Walking down the steps of his building, Tyrion strolled out into the throngs of people in the streets. Taking out a cigarette he took a couple of deep drags before calling for some attention. Once the gathering had quietened down he began.

Hello again. One and all. Well what a sequence of events it has been. Firstly and by far most significantly, our fine city lost one of its most treasured members. A rare a special individual who injected love and enjoyment into everything she was involved in. Scream, you will never be forgotten.

He bowed his head for a moment in mournful remembrance before looking across the faces of those in front of him.

Now, to the events that followed. In the early hours after Scream fell I was given the task of attending to her crewless members. Sherminator gave me auth with that as the principal goal and we set about that task. Some hours later the RHM of the Drunken Monkeys, PhelixTheSphinx managed to escape his incarceration and came forward to shepherd his family. So we started the process of transferring his family back to their rightful home and I carried on with all associated tasks.

So caught up in all the bustle was I that I never once really noticed that I was wearing this bold suit. It was only when I was heading out of the office for seemingly the thousandth time that day that I caught a reflection in the mirror and thought "Who's that handsome bastard there then?… Oh my, its me!". I stopped and took a moment to consider the position I had actually arrived in. So distracted had I been with the general safety of our city members that the future really hadn't crossed my mind. Now that Phelix would be taking all the Drunken Moneys back to a familiar home, I was left with an open future. I thought and smoked and thought some more and came to a decision.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am here to announce the introduction of the New York Joy Division!

I will serve our city and Godfather to the best of my ability and strive to make this family a shining representative of our city and philosophy. Its my pleasure to declare us, open for business.

Stepping down from his position he walked over to the steps of his building and began talking to Dicko.

Congratulations again my friend. I remember when you showed up on our streets many moons ago, and my father helped you find shelter with Deimne. You had told my father then that you had planned nothing grand, and just wanted to keep your head down and get on with life with your friends around you. Well how different reality is. My father died shortly thereafter, and I myself joined SpaceMountain, but I continued to watch you do anything but keep your head down. You stood proudly with the New York brotherhood, shoulder to shoulder, and in their hour of need you rose quickly and effectively to the challenge.

I have no doubt that whilst you could never replace Screaming Butterfly, you will add a new dimension to the intricate tapestry that is New York. Good luck my friend.

Clouds of adversity often bring their own silver lining and this is one such example. There are a handful of people that continually come over as a natural in cosa nostra - born for this thing - and you're one of them. The way you carry yourself transcends the ranks we place so much emphasis on. I am delighted to see you stay bold and I look forward to seeing you thrive.

Congratulations you ugly bastard. HANDSOME! I mean handsome.

Good luck sir! And no need to hide your face anymore to us, so you can take your hands off now in your face.

On behalf of the whole of Las Vegas, I'd like to offer condolences to the fallen and congratulations to you.  Your well named family, I'm sure, will be a credit to new York.  We look forward to doing business with you and wish you well in your venture.

Not since the days of Iota fitting in a size 78 have I been so happy to see a friend bold. From working with you in Deimne's family HQ, to the debacle that was yesterday, I know you have a good head on your shoulders. You are a clear thinker despite all that can confuse most, and this is exactly why you will lead your family to greatness.

Congratulations Tyrion, you deserve it fully.

Congratulations Tyrion, I wish you and your new family all the best of luck and hope you have more success in your life.

Singer walks up to his friend Tyrion

Brother i am so happy to see you here, in this place. I as i have told you yesterday expect you do great and make all NEW YORK and NEW YORK blood proud. it is an honor brother.

This auth has been deserved for a long time. You're one of New York's finest leaders, Tyrion. Though I was only with you for a short time I will never forget the way you stepped up to help my brothers and sisters during our darkest hour. I look forward to working with the Joy Division to help New York recover from our recent loss.

I'm sorry for your loss Tyrion but you seem like a very capable man and I wish you all the best! Sometimes good things come when you least expect it.

Sincere best wishes to the Joy Division from all at the LVCF.

Congratulations Tyrion best wishes to the Joy Division

Congrats Tyrion best of luck you will do very well no dobt

Tyrion emerged from the building with a trestle table under his arm. Walking down the steps he set it up on the kerb and looked around at the morning city bustle. Without a word he went back up the steps and back into the building, passing a confused looking Dicko on the way.

"Boss?..."

After a few minutes Tyrion returned with a massive tray covered in a cloth and walked right past his right hand man without a word. Getting to the table he set the tray down and looked around the street again like a mariner searching for a sign on the horizon. Dicko's voice interrupted his silent searching.

"Tyrion... Man, what are you doing? What's with the table?"

Tyrion turned and smiled at his right hand man.

Ever read Moby Dick, Dicko?

"Eh?"

Turning back Tyrion threw back the cloth from the enormous tray to reveal the largest collection of oversized and succulent looking burgers ever seen. A wave of beefy aroma wafted up and hit Tyrion in the face making his mouth water. He looked out over the great ocean that was the New York street again and turned back to an understandably confused looking Dicko. Dicko frowned and stared at him.

"Ok so what are we doing?"

Tyrion laughed and drew a broad grin.

We're fishing my friend. And now, now we wait.

Mari had been trying to find Tyrion to congratulate him on his new position. She found him holding a tray of burgers and was just as confused as Dicko looked.

Tyrion although I am new to these shores I have heard great things about you. I think you are correct, that suit looks very handsome on you and I know you will make our Godfather and New York as a whole very proud while you wear it. I apologize for my tardiness in sending along my congratulations. But better late than never right?

Mari decides she'd best leave Tyrion and Dicko to whatever it is they are doing and make her exit.

Just as I always do for anyone who's authed I would like to say good luck.