The war had finally ended and the streets were booming with fresh new faces taking in work and odd jobs to make ends meet. 

SpaceCowboy was strolling the streets of Los Angeles, trying to become more familiar with the new place they called home. He was headed back to the headquarters for an important meeting that had been posted the night prior. 

While walking down a heavily populated area downtown he couldn't help but feel like he was being watched or even followed. Continuing onward he keeps his hand close to his favorite new pistol Marston had given him, ready for whatever may happen.

SpaceCowboy was now speed walking his way past the crowd when he feels a hand firmly grasp around his shoulder. Jolting backwards he grabs for his gun but realizes...it's his good ole friend Giraffe.

"Congratulations! I heard the good news."

SpaceCowboy looks puzzled as he has no clue what he's talking about. Before he could even reply Char_Aznable chimes in with a smirky comment "Ugh gross they just let anyone get a crew now days"

It had seemed everyone had heard the news except for himself, that his ass was getting shipped off. 

"That's right, I have chosen you and a select few to help repopulate the city and bring life and business back to these streets."

Marston replied while lurking in the shadows with some of his finest hench men at his side. 

"Thank you Marston for being given this once in a life time opportunity. I look forward to helping rebuild this city to the fullest. Things are looking very promising with Cork and Slade-Wilson leading the other two districts."

SpaceCowboy tips his hat as a final thank you before lighting up a cigarette and starting on his new journey.