Jeddy is sitting in his desk within his cold, grey office at the Interior ministry. Shaking the hand of a unknown man while giving a curt nod, the stranger leaves the office with a locked briefcase. 

Jeddy takes the telephone and dials a memorized number,

"Yes, Kittyhawk. Ensure that the documents relating to the contingency plan are incinerated, and oversee that our dossiers on friendly assets are disposed of in the same matter."

Hanging up the phone, Jeddy places a few unremarkable sheets of paper in a long library of documents held within a bleak, grey, filing cabinet.

Jeddy exits the building, one of the many fine pieces of real estate acquired by legitimate New York business organizations, and enters the passenger seat of his vehicle. 

"We're going to the Morningwood."

Without saying a word, the driver gave a tip of his cap and drove out into the many fine American engineered roads in this magnificent city. 

Some time later, the driver pulls alongside the familiar building that is the headquarters of the Morningwood Elite. Jeddy exits the car and heads inside. Briskly walking through the ground floor, he enters the elevator and exits on the 27th floor. Greeted by two men in suits, Jeddy passes through with no interruption and heads into a boardroom meeting. Jeddy, smiling at Anna, is the last one to arrive to the meeting and takes a seat next to MalcolmTucker, the spin doctor for the organization.

"Well, Jeddy? What do you have to report?"

"First, our operations thus so far have been successful. However, let us not succumb to victor's disease. Our enemies are just as prevalent and about just as when you originally took power, Leader Kimble. Despite the best efforts of our agents in conducting propaganda measures to limit the negative reception of our actions there are still those who seek to dissent and to destroy all that we have built and accomplish. I therefore insist we move ahead of schedule on acquiring the entire country, before the descendants of dissenters who have slipped through the cracks find time to mobilize and act against us in the dark."

Jeddy was responded to in complete silence and attention, some quiet nods of agreement were given by a few attendants in the room.

"We must advance our buttonmen and soldatos to the west. We shall crush Philadelphia and control everything within and to the east. When it comes to Philadelphia, we only have to kick in the door and the whole rotten structure will come crushing down. We are still reinforcing after our losses the past few days, but if we linger they will be able to outpace us and we will be drawn into a long and costly war. We have agents working in the background giving intelligence and constructing the groundwork for future operations, and are equipped to operate self-sufficiently if required."

Jeddy placed copies of documents detailing the locations and identities of key targets to be removed in order to facilitate a more efficient exchange of power. After some time of discussion and detail refinement to streamline intelligence sharing, a vote was put forth by Kimble on executing the plan.

With no naysayers to the vote, Godfather Kimble stood from his seat and all followed suit.

And so they went to war.

He might not be the leader New York needs, but he is the leader New York deserves.

Dr_Kenneth begins chanting.

Jeddy! Jeddy! Jeddy! Jeddy!

Lets vote on this!