Cord grins, he didn't want some damn whiner to have his back, that'd get you killed. "Boys stick with me and the Kid, this'll be a ShingDing like'n nuthins you has seen.", he says with a big ugly grin as he cracks his knuckles.

Some long, lazy days later, the pounding snow storm has let up to reveal banks pure and pristine as only snow can be. The truth of the matter is that it's four feet of acid rain in the form of billions of tiny flakes, but it is the cleanest thing this part of Seattle has ever seen.

A skinny troll, short for his race, standing a mere seven and a half feet tall, trundles into the building. His build and the fact that his clothes are no newer that fifteen years suggest poverty, and the circular imprints about his skull from freqent 'trode use suggest a reason for this poverty.

*This* beetlehead has a purpose in life. He is to deliver a message to the Bleeding Edge so that he can return home and feed the ever-increasing void that is his habit. He coughs to grab the attention of the first denizen of the apartment in red and grey to pass through the empty and threadbare lobby. He speaks a few words to a skinny amerind in a hushed voice, and scurries back under whatever rock he crawled out of, although to be fair, one could consider this whole neighbourhood just such a rock.

Soon the news is spreading through the building like wildfire. The BPA humbly request the attendance of the Bleeding Edge to a meeting immediatly proceeding some action that night, at about eleven, at the very same husk of a stuffer shack that so recently held a rocking shindig.

The Kid gets all the gang together and announces that he has something to say.

"As you all know, the Bleeding Edge is going to get rid of the white suits that have been seen around on our turf. It so happens that it is a nuisance to both the BPA and ourselves and so, we are going to fight alongside them tonight to get rid of the Columbians. It is agreed that we are going to keep everything currently in their pocession.

"I want you to get all your best weapons ready for a big bash! We'll see blood again tonight! We're going to prove ourselves worthy of the name Bleeding Edge once more. May all our blades be bloody tonight!"

The Kid was trying to get the group to start yelling and getting excited for the fight ahead for it is likely to be a tough one.

Ash looks around the gathered crowd and watches them cheer on Kid.

Maybe it'll turn out ok...I'll just hang back and pick the smallest guy I can find., Ash thinks, putting his revolver into his jacket, and tightening his grip on his bat.

Thorn sat in the corner quietly watching everyone getting up and excited.

A bunch of people are going to die tonight, not all of them gonna be our enemies. Lets just hope its more of them than us.