In a small one room shack sits a sturdy built man at the only table in the room. A letter is cluched in a fist as he stares down at the offending paper with a scow. Grumbling he tosses the letter behind him.

"So now I have nothing to lose."

He picks up a full black jacket and checks the pockets before putting it on.

"Its time to get out of this damn hole, time to do something besides sit and wallow in loss.

THe man known as Shadow takes a cigarette out, lighting it and taking a drag as he steps out the door one last time.

"Glad my cousin filled me in on work needing done around here."