Roper stepped out of the HQ into the Pasadena streets colloquially known as “Bum Row”.

As Roper looked up and down the street, beggars huddled up against buildings, jangling their cups and caps in hopes of receiving change from passers-by. Their presence was mostly tolerated more due to their protection from the Royal Bums than from the acceptance of the locals, as long as they paid their taxes to the family.

Roper's duty today was one of those days to remind the bums that Koehler's protection was a privilege and not a right. More than a few beggars had decided they didn't want to pay their dues, and The boss had tired of their excuses.

Roper briskly walked the street, looking for one of the leaders of this band of non-paying delinquents. After a quick but fruitless search, he thought that they had probably gone into hiding. He pulled up against one of the beggars, who immediately recognized him and spoke in a pleading voice “Oh sir, I hope you were pleased with the takings this month, I hope I haven't done anything to displease the King of the Bums” Roper smiled at the man “No, No. The King appreciates your offerings. We're actually looking for Robert and his companions, They've decided to slight the King and he'd like a” Roper cracked his neck “word”

The beggar took the cue from the neck crack and was quick to tell Roper their whereabouts. Roper thanked him by sliding a $100 bill into the beggar's cup. “Thank you kindly!” the beggar exclaimed. Roper waved him off and made his way towards the address he was given.

Roper had spotted his target sitting around a burning fire can with a few of his friends. Roper spent a few seconds before going with shock and awe. He straightened his leather jacket. Adjusted his flat cap, and picked up a piece of used 2x4 lying on the street. He rested it on his shoulder as he walked.

The beggars hadn't noticed him as he approached. Roper smiled before he gripped the 2x4 with both hands and swung at the head of the beggar sitting in from of them. It connected with a loud and sickening thunk, the beggar rolled onto his side. Out, blood beginning to pool around his head.

The Beggars began to scramble before Roper barked "If any of you fucking move, I'm going to make sure you all meet a painful fucking end before being fed to the Kings dogs" he paused for effect "And I can guarantee they're fucking hungry today" The beggars sat rigid in response, backs straight up.

Roper strolled around to the ring leader of this band of miserable twats and place his boot on the head of the ring leader and started to push it into the ground. "I can see, You've made more than enough fucking time to buy yourself a new pair of shoes" Roper had noted the pair of less scruffed shoes the leader had on "But obviously you didn't have the time to share your new-found wealth with our dear King"

"I err, We didn't earn enough money this week sir. Ple-" Roper swung his foot which landed against the ring leader's temple "Don't spout horse-shit" Roper looked over to one of the other terror-stricken bums "How much did you earn this week with this arse whip" The man pissed himself as he responded "About $2,000" Roper's foot swung around and cracked into the other side of the leader's head.

"See, At least you're pathetic fucking followers know when, to tell the truth," The leader sobbed in between apologies "Sir, I was gonna come forward with the money. I wa-" Roper's boot landed back on his head again. Silencing him. "I don't care. You can say your apologies to the King" Roper looked at the other bums blankly. "Take your friend and get the fuck out of Pasadena. You no longer have the protection of the King, I'm taking this little shit back to the boss. Unless any of you would like to stop me" The rest of the beggars didn't even take a moment to flinch, They shook the head and scrambled to take their companion and get out of dodge. 

Roper took his boot off the beggar and grabbed him by the collar to pick him up. The beggar flailed as he was pulled to his feet. The beggar said many things to try and placate Roper, but he was having none of it. The moment he was on his feet, Roper had begun to pull him, backward towards HQ. Beggars averting their view as they went. Almost to do their best to avoid the fate of the beggar in front of them.

Roper whistled as he went. Beggar in one hand, Bloody 2x4 in the other. 

Roper pushed through the doors of 420 Beggar's Row. HQ, Home. The man being pulled behind him almost resigned to his fate, he did try to fight as he got close but after a swift kick was bought back into line. Roper pulled a right from reception, through a series of hall-ways marked by "storage rooms" and meeting rooms. He passed his own office before heading into the bosses's room.

Roper knocked once before letting him and his guest into the bosses's office. Koehler was lounging back in his make shift chair that was dubbed "The Throne" A dog sat at each of his legs. Koehler smiled at Roper and tilted at his head.

Roper threw the beggar in front his boss who crashed with a thump. When he looked up at saw Koehler smiling at him, He tried to scramble backwards. Only to find Roper's boot on his back keeping him in place. "I've bought you our trouble maker boss. I figured, You would like to give the final say on a subject that has betrayed his king"

The beggar started to plead and beg profusely

Koehler shook his head in disbelief. Any self-respecting man would refuse to be seen in this kind of light, begging and pleading for survival. Most would rather die with dignity and take a bullet. Alas, this man wasn't the brightest. He was pinned on the floor for reasons that only he can be blamed for.

"Your mumbling is getting tiring." Koehler reached under his desk and grabbed a dirty rag. He shoved it into the back of the beggar's throat. Koehler noticed the beggar staring at his canines. "Heh. You like them? This one here," Koehler pointed to the smaller Rottweiler on his left, "her name is Lucy. The Pitbull is Broc." Koehler reached down and gave them both a firm pat on the head. He could see the beggar's mood lighten slightly, as if he was getting relieved.

"Oh, no, no... you see, they aren't your friends. They're going to fucking eat you, maim you, tear your limbs off one by one. They obey me, they're loyal to me, just like you should have been. You knew the deal when you shook my hand a few months ago. Now, it's time to face the consequences for your actions."

Koehler sighed. Torture wasn't his idea of a good time, but messages needed to be sent. He grabbed some sturdy rope and tied the beggar's hands up behind his back, tight enough that there's no chance he could wriggle free. He walked over to his two beautiful canines. "You two, stay." He walked over to Roper and put his hand over his shoulder. "Thank you for bringing in this piece of shit. Let's get out of here, you don't want to see what's about to happen."

Koehler dragged Roper out of the room, knowing full well what's about to happen. He closed the door, locked it behind them and sighed again. He cleared his throat to get his shouting voice ready.

"Lucy, Broc, SIC 'EM!"

He had to yell through the door, for obvious reasons. The terrifying sound of growls were heard instantly, followed shortly thereafter by screams of pure agony. The canines were doing their job and doing it well. Koehler trained them right. He turned to Roper, screams still being heard.

"Alright, I have other business to tend to. You stay here. Once the screaming stops and the pups calm down, clean up that mess. They know you, they won't mess with you. Might need to get a cleaning crew in as well. Damn it, I just had the walls painted too..." Koehler sighed yet again. He nodded to Roper and walked down the hall, disappearing out of sight.