Rooer had just exited Helhelm. It was relatively warm compared to the cool temperatures inside, Baldr told him some time ago, if they turned up the AC, The drinks would hit faster and warmer. Whether that was true or not didn't matter much to Rooer, he had gotten acclimatised to it over the years. Baldr had Rooer some orders and Rooer intended to complete the job.

Rooer parked his car up against the rather non-descript warehouse, It's former owner was Hel. It was one of the last loose ends and Vali wanted this place under the control of the club, Rooer reached into his glove compartment and pulled out an old 1911. It was a remeant from before he met both Vali and Baldr, A piece of his old history. He slipped into his trousers and exited the car.

Rooer jogged up to the entrance and tried the front door, to his surprise. It was open he tutted to himself "Sloppy" before letting himself in. It was a small warehouse, barely 2 floors. There were three goons hurriedly picking apart some crates whose lids littered the floor, empty crates strawn to the side. Rooer surmised they were picking apart what was left of Hel's goods. They hadn't noticed him.

He walked up to the first one, his footsteps silent. The goon was picking through bottles of whiskey, Rooer pointed the barrel of his pistol at the back of his skull and pulled the trigger with a flash and a loud bang. The man slumped into the crate, within the starting panic. Rooer managed to shoot the second guy in the square of the back.

The third one had managed to hide behind a crate. Roper positioned himself between the last goon and the stairs to watch if anyone come down. "We could do this dance, I can guarantee you. I am the better dancer" The crack of a gun and bullet whizzed by Roper's head, In a split reaction. Roper fired back and clipped the guy in the shoulder. He screamed expletives and hid behind the crate closest to the stairs.

"Four of you? That's all that's left" Rooer laughed at them "How many more did you expect shithead?" the injured one said. Breathing heavily between words "You took most of us at the club, the rest either fled or tried to take a little something for their work" Rooer had just his head and gun over his crate and was watching for the uninjured one. He waited for the exact moment he would pop his head, He saw his hair rise, the pupils of his eyes and shot him square between them from across the warehouse. 

"Last one" Rooer laughed at the injured one "How does your neck feel? like you got a hole in it?" "Fuck you man! I was just trying to grab some stuff, Hel hadn't paid me in months. Then you lot killed her. I at least deserve something you know?"

Rooer moved closer to his target "Do you know what Shangri-la is?" "No?!" The man responded in pain "Shangri-La is a Mythical hidden place. Hidden from the world, where there is nothing but peace, prosperity and wealth for everyone" Rooer was very close to his mark now, He could hear him spluttering in fear "When Hel came to Helheim, Baldr and Vali were robbed of their Shangri-La"

Rooer managed to get close enough to wrestle the gun from his opponent leaving him cowering and afraid and unarmed Rooer levelled his gun at the man "The truth is there never was a Shangri-La, There can never be peace in this land" Rooer shot him. 

Rooer headed over to the building's telephone and made a few phone calls. He would return home but before he did, He reached into one of the crates and took a bottle of Whiskey and softly song to himself "Oh, recently, What's become of me? Nothing ever seems enough for me. They keep on telling me. It's Shangri-la, It's all you've ever wanted"