WarheadsOnForeheads sits in a old wooden chair outside of a run down home on the south side of Vegas. The dilapidated neighborhood surprisingly busy as young men sit on porches and corners playing dice games, and speaking in hushed whispers to scantily clad young women. He adjusts his worn leather jacket the sleeves appearing to have been roughly cut off. He let's out a yawn, watching a young woman apply wax to his roughly customized motorcycle. WarheadsOnForeheads leans over to CallForFire, a man in his thirties who looks like he's going on sixty and is dressed in a rugged fashion, murmuring to him;

"I think we can rest for now old friend, but tell the boys to keep their eyes open."

WarheadsOnForeheads relaxes in his seat letting his eyes come to a close after a long past few days. Suddenly he is back in an open meadow, the place eerily familiar. Bullets whistle overhead as the sounds of machine gun fire occupy the once peaceful space. Warheads lays in a dry creek bed, a map spread out in front of him as he barks grid numbers into a handset.

"Where the fuck are those rounds?! We're getting decimated out here!" He yells into the handset before tossing it aside, angrily squeezing off rounds from his service rifle in the direction of the enemy gunfire.

He opens his eyes slowly, and checks his watch, the sunny Vegas sun beating down on him.

"Just a dream."

BlackBlack strolls down the street, cigar in hand. The sun is strong and downright delightful. He round the corner and sees WarheadsOnForeheads sleeping amongst some crates tack up outside the HQ. He smiles and thinks to himself that he could sure go a nap in the sun right about now. He runs inside to grab a cup of water to give WarheadsOnForeheads a rude awakening. By the time he returns @WarheadOnForeheads has arisen from his slumber. BlackBlack casually takes a sip from the cup of water.

"How are you going mate? You look like you've seen a ghost..."

Herbert found himself strolling down the streets of Las Vegas on a sunny day. He was used to the cold windy weather of chicago and was not prepared for the warmth and sunlight that you got around this part of the country. He was in town to drop off a package to the local drug dealer and get some cash in return but he had some time before the meeting and figured he would stroll down the strip and take a look at all the new casinos that were popping up in the mean time. 

"Damn it's hot," He said out loud to no one in particular. He realized he probably didn't need to keep wearing his trench coat and took if off holding it under his arm as he wiped the sweat from his brow. It was around then that he noticed WarheadsOnForeheads napping outside of one of the casinos as he walked by, "Damn, they really live the live around here huh." He thought to himself as he smiled walking by. Herbert found himself a seat on a park bench near a water fountain and figured it would be a good place to wait before his meeting in an hour or two. 

Before he knew it the sun was washing over him and he began to let his eyes get heavy. Relaxing a bit, before he knew it he was asleep himself. He needed this, he thought to himself as he drifted off to dream land. He didn't let himself relax enough these days. You should do that form time to time. 

Warheads looks up to BlackBlack and grins, rising to his feet, and greeting him with a handshake. 
 

“Just thinking about the war again nothing major, how are you brother?” 
 

Reclaims his seat, gesturing for Black to take an open chair.

”Wild past couple days? Huh?”