A sleepy looking spacey slowly but confidently walks his arse down the middle of the cobbled street. His eyes are heavy, his knees weak and he can barely muster the strength to lift his arms. His suit looks a touch worn and war ridden. He stands up straight, looks dead ahead and clears his throat....

“Well guys, what a crazy few days we have had… The landscape across these six cities looks massively different. We have all lost loved ones, we have all lost sleep and given it our all, some of us sacrificing a large chunk of our lives to this thing of ours.”

spacey pulls up his pants, he takes a sip of his Jack Daniels from his hip flask and cheers his throat once more...

“I personally have been on a whirlwind of a fucking journey, my lineage has some crazy ups and downs, and sometimes my family has just had to accept that shit happens and for most parts we put up with it. Sometimes, just sometimes we have to do what we have to do.”

“I joined the late Silvio to try to reinvent myself, to try to gain some footing again in this world, but when Philadelphia "imploded" shortly after the successful campaign in New York, Godfather Silvio Dante was shot and killed. I was left homeless and sought after a new organisation to take me in. During the battle there had been a point where I was lacking direction and one leader stood out as he took control of the situation. Making critical decisions, getting protection to me and all that needed it, calling out shots to direct hitmen to take care of threats as soon as they appeared, all this while eliminating heavy hitters with that revolver of his…” 

“I reached out to Marston, who threw me a revolver and welcomed me into his band of Outlaws, and side-by-side we fought together on that battlefield until no enemy remained. I had survived…”

spacey looked up to the sky, thinking of all his past kin that were killed long before their time… He takes a long hard and deep breath.

“And what now?! It seems Godfather Marston considers a bond made on the battlefield a strong one, as today I'm honoured to be offered my own corner in Queens, New York to begin my criminal enterprise. A place to lead my own band of outlaws, where we as a family can grow and do great things. Marston has offered me a chance to be a part of how we shape this place of ours and I'm gladly going to take it.”

Spacey looks over at the Queens skyline, with hopes and visions of a prosperous future… He raises his hip flask.

“Salute, friends!”

Georgette stood on the flimsy iron fire-escape of one of the buildings in the new city she called home. Passing out small envelopes to newsies who were also very coincidently located on these fire-escpapes.

Georgette made her way through the area of the city, and then when all of her parcels had been delivered she gave the signal with a short whistle, and the sky around the city filled with envelopes announcing the arrival of spacey to the world.

Some of them also advertised for hemorrhoid cream hair-cutting services and some just when you opened them said, "Made you look!" all in all it was a truly successful day for the city and Georgette was happy to play her part.