Brooklyn, New York. 

"Reiner, are we doing this!? Now!? Here!?" A panicky voice was heard throughout a dark alleyway as the whimpers of beatdown people were heard as well. 

This was the organization known as the Warriors. Surprisingly, they looked pretty professional, all fully clothed and looking like prestigious members of society. 

"Oh we're doing this, calm down, Bertolt. This is to send a message to Jake Peralta, his friends aren't going to save him now. The fool needs to be put in his place and this is how we do it." Reiner's voice was cold, not a single amount of sorrow was heard in his voice. It was clear, he was a killer of the highest order.

Bert whimpered himself, he could not believe what they were about to do. His eyes held sorrow but he showed no hint that he was going to do anything else. They did not have a choice, if they wanted to see their famillies again, they would do what they needed to do. 

"I understand, get it over with." Bertolt was resigned to doing what was needed as waved his hand with the simple flick of his wrist. 

Reiner lifted his rifle, making sure that he could see the prone body of his victim. Just as he was about to deliver the final shot, Bertolt stepped forward as well as a short female blonde. All three of them lining up their shots as they in sync shot their targets. 

"Good job, come on. The Commandant is waiting, let us go. Jake Peralta will get the message soon enough..."

The Warriors walked off, leaving the bodies of Darlene Linetti, Lynn Boyle and Karen Peralta to be consumed by the eventual maggots.  

"Did you do it?" Their chief of movement asked with his usual uncaring demeanor. 

Reiner showed no outward signs of being again with such things. He knew that his family back in that hell hole waited for him, this was just the beginning, this was to just start what needed to happen. Peralta needed to be sent a message, this was the first unit of soldiers being sent into war. 

"Yes, with relative ease. Bertolt and Annie were okay with proceeding from that moment, we may need to up these warrior positions. Galliard and Pieck may just need to help out you know."

The chief shifted his head, looking out the window as he lit himself a cigarette. Multiple swimming through his head, many of them regarding the newly minted Jake Peralta. 

"Are you worried about retaliation? Peralta is someone that does not take his work seriously. His father is buried and he has yet to know of his mother's unfortunate passing. He'll fall into a state soon enough." The chief could care less about Peralta, what he needed to worry about was the Russians. 

"Right now, we have opposition from the Raskolov Faction. I've already sent Pieck and Galliard on that, they'll be back on a report soon enough. Rest up Reiner, for we've entered phase one of this war."