6th May, 20XX — Perth

A peacemaking conference between the Hells Angels, the Ndrangheta, the Yakuza, amongst other criminal syndicates, will be commencing in a few hours time—Tonight, Australia's underworld will finally know truce.

The meeting was said to take place at the Ndrangheta Villa—More of a glorified, apartmental fortress than a luxury mansion expected of the Italians. You alongside fellow representatives of your organisation parked on the basement lot, and ascend all the way up to Floor 29 . . .

— — 07:03 PM — —

Everyone sat at the long dinner table. Luca Ndrangheta, don of Sydney's Ndranghetas, offered his welcome as host of the conference. His small opening is well received by your colleagues and nemesis alike.

Luca N: "Now, ladies and gentlemen, let us compromise territory."

Unresolved tensions aside, the ambience do appear more peaceful than usual. Yet, you can't help but notice the absence of the Thailand Mafia. They are not as influential in comparison to the other guests of this evening, though it still brought you passive unease—your organisation does not maintain the best terms with them, after all. Nevertheless, all seems to be going well . . .

A vent hatch fell to the table's centre, and two grenades were strapped to its bars; Smoke and Flashbang.

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B O O M

As coughs enveloped the room, you hear a thud land onto the table, followed by the pumping of a Benelli Nova.

Chai: "Sawadee khrap, wankers ~!"

Even beneath the smoke's concealment, the zest of his tone identified the Thai intruder to be Sasi Chai, and before any word could reply-

B A N G

Luca N: "ARGH!!"

The shotgun's slug echoed throughout the room, delivering the fate of the Ndrangheta don. Luca's death cry prompted immediate return fire—the fog quickly devolved into a frantic, blind firefight.

Geoff: "UKH-"

Whined Geoff, the Hells Angels' officer, dropping dead—Chai's shotgun is well alive, making short work of the Thailand Mafia's enemies . . . and you're next on the line.