Throughout the wreckage in Detroit, there had been a select few known as the 'The Wire' who had been left with the task of cleaning up the bloodshed throughout the city. Synite, a new member of Riley's organization, had been tasked with assembling a crew to go around and clean the former golden city of its bloodshed and to rid it of any rogues leftover. Synite had been in his small flat in Downtown, DT when he received the orders from Riley.

"Another Day in the Motor city" Synite sighs to himself when he puts the phone down.

Synite slowly gets himself ready for his big day, cleaning his Glock 22 before loading it with new ammunition *Click* He cleans himself up and leaves his flat. Some members from 'The Wire' had been waiting outside for him, they already had his car running and all of them had been ready to go. He walks up to the door, gets into the passenger seats and speaks to the rest of the crew.

"Good Morning folks, how's everyone?" Pure and utter silence. Ever since JoeKing had left and the rest of Detroit had been killed there had been a sense of depression over everyone here, it was just a different city now. A lifeless city.

"I guess I'll be taking that as a good, let's get out of here, we've got work to do."

Hella approached Synite as he walked out into the street. Tapping her purse lightly, she called out,

Need some help? Me and Mr. 40 cal don't mind riding along.

Synite is flustered as someone taps on the window, though he slowly realizes that Hella is a familiar face. He opens the door and motions her in.

"Hop in, we've got a long day ahead."

Hella slid into the back seat, careful to keep her purse snugly resting in her lap for easy access. She carefully eyed the rest of the group. Everyone was stone faced. Speaking quietly, almost to herself,

Is it just me? Things look so different around here.

The rest of the group is silent, as usual, the driver pulls off from the curb every so slowly.

Synite turns towards Hella and speaks in a confident tone.

This place is a shell of its former self, it's really sad actually. Bloodshed tore this place apart, and as you can tell -- not everyone is taking it well.

Synite looks around the car, as he indirectly points to all of the men with him.

But we've got a big task today, we're going to be removing the ugh-- 'undesirables' that are leftover from this mess. Some guys still need to be taught a lesson about who runs this city. We must show that we're the leaders around here, or we'll cease to exist as well.

Direct orders from Riley, this has to get done ASAP.