Alab smelled the bodies as he made his way through the streets. nobody seemed to take responsibility for the extreme loss of death. these old cats deserve to die, they were cowards, they merely held out in the time of their own crews need. Alab decided to wage war upon the crews of old left after the war. He dubbed himself a radical and claimed a flag consisting of scales. he continued to gather his money and was counting the named of his hits on his fingers. he smiled as he knew he would clearly be shooting at those who killed their own crews with rash judgement and poor leadership