The colonel was eating a delicious meal: pork loins with cranberry sauce. That specific pork had pissed him off the other day by selling low-quality drugs and vanishing after. Of course, the colonel had his ways of finding people. His dinner was interrupted by a letter from TheBeast:

"Come to Chicago urgently, i need to speak with you."

Ives left his food and ran off to the airport. When he arrived in The Windy City he went straight to Beast's office.

"Colonel" he nodded "You'll set up in South Side. I had someone take care of your stuff in Philadelphia and bring it all here. Without further ado, i want you to set up immediately. Congratulations, you deserved it." Without saying another word, he threw a huge bag of cocaine in the colonel's direction and winked.

Ives was still shocked. He was used to leading men in the army, but a crew in these shores surely was a whole different thing.

"Well" he thought "you'll never know until you try!" He set up and then prepared the HQ for a huge party. He invited all of his friends and ordered lots of food, tons of booze, all the good looking and STD free hookers he could find and pounds of the purest cocaine. He even put up a table of dice and a table of blackjack.

This crew would be perfect for the hopeless, desireless and most troubled people in these shores. And usually these people are the best ones to party with.

It was all set! Colonel Ives was asking himself if this world was ready for The Devil's Rejects!