Fealty Lost Posted Oct 18, 2020, 12:25 am

The throaty roar of the turbo'd 5L in their Flail caught the attention of the locals as they rolled through the gate. The three crew from Slaughterhouse looked around. "Holy ####. Look at all the fking freaks!" blurted out Patricia "Tsu" Gidley, maneuvering the low, sleek muscle car through the weirdly thronging streets of this remote...town? "Holy ####! Is that a midget nun???" "OMG GROSS!!" yelled Lucius "Victimus" Xavier, one of the Slaughterhouse's fledgling heavy ordnance hands. WTF??" "SHUT UP DUDE! She's looking our way now! Oh...I think I'm gonna hurl! Please tell me she's not the only option for female companionship here and...OMG! She just flashed me! Roll down the wind...ow...I'm...gonna...!" Lucius got the armorplast windown unlatched just in time. Ezequiel Kane, his teammate, projectile-vomited lunch out the window. "Oooooh...," he moaned. "Geezus can we get off the streets!!??" Kane pleaded. "Tsu" gunned the big v8 and slung the rear out a bit, seeing the old neon that said "Shattered-n-Bloody" over the boarded up and chain-locked swinging doors of his gang's old haunts here, in Firelight. He weaved through the traffic and slid the Flail to a stop in front of the doors. "Alright," he said. "Let's see if the keys the Boss gave us work!" ::Slaughterhouse is back in FL. We'll probably die a horrible death or two, but what the heck, right? Time to start recruiting another crew. Nice to have them, even if they just go to collect all those FEs and Buzzers we'll surely capture every day::