Wasp slams the phone down, startled by the noise. Rising from his seat, he puts on a plastic helmet and rushes through The Great North Traders' HQ, banging on every available door as he passed them.

"Wake up, you lazy bums... Them fuckers from Delaware have returned!"

Grabbing one of the hanging frames and pulling it open on it's hinges, he taps a 4-digit combination before a lock clicks on the door beside it. Pressing with all his might on the overly-large door handle, the locking maneuvre churns open. The door swings open after a mighty shove. "C'mon guys.. Grab a weapon, we got Durdens to kill!" He exclains.

*

With a glint of evil in his eye, he struts through the streets, a handgun clenched firmly in his grip pointed towards the sky, above his head. He pulls the trigger repeatedly, a pause between each shot.

BANG! ... BANG! ... BANG! ...

Civillians and street thugs scarpered to safety while the Mafioso began to flock the streets. Slowly, a well-dressed mob began to form. Between the chatter and bustling, documents containing the information of the 'Big Three' and locations for all of their known associates exchanged hands.

The war was on.