The sky of Detroit was gray, lightning flashed every few minutes lighting up the cold damp earth, while thunder boomed over head. The harsh wind would cut to the bone anyone who entered it not properly dressed. The streets were deserted and the street lamps were flickering on and off. With this weather it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night.

The Shrike was only a mere Wise Guy at the time and his job was to deliver a message from his Crew Leader, to another Crew Leader. He was walking slowly, the wind halting his every movement. His jacket was flapping like a flag behind him.

"Screw this" He said under his breath, before he headed down an alley. Making his way between buildings, He saw two men fighting...Well one man being beaten and the other giving the beating while a few thugs stood around and watched. The Shrike heard the main man giving the beating asking about money, "Loan Sharks most likely" The Shrike thought to himself. The Shrike wanted to get this done as quickly as possible so he casually walked through the alley and into the opening and passed the men fighting and almost got to the other alleyway before a thug grabbed his arm. The Shrike quickly spun around, grabbed the mans arm and broke it in two. The *CLICK* got the others attention, The thugs had their revolvers out pointing at The Shrike's head. A bloodied man lay groaning on the floor as the main man walked towards him with his sleeves ripped off his shirt from the fighting, an R was tattooed on his left arm. The man only came up to The Shrike's chin but still had a lot of confidence.

The tattooed man brushed back his brown hair before asking, "And who are you?"

"Ja..The Shrike", He said correcting himself.

"Not from around here are you Mr Shrike." he said eyeing up the message in The Shrike's hand,

"And what do we have here?" The tattooed man snatched the message out of his hand.

And as those words left the tattooed man's lips the sound of gunfire could be heard as one of the thugs dropped dead. The tattooed man grabbed The Shrike and pushed him against car, a Ford model T to be exact. As bullets hit his car and his thugs lay dead, the tattooed man shook The Shrike's hand and said "The name's Recro."

"Triads.." Recro sighed as he began to fire back at the armed men.

The Shrike began to hot wire the car,

"What are you doing to my car!?" Recro yelled furiously.

The Shrike just put his goggles on and grinned while attaching a device to the car.

"YOUR A LUNATIC!" Recro screamed stepping away from the car and towards the alley.

The Shrike placed half a brick on the accelerator and chased after Recro. An explosion took place but no one was disturbed for the sound and light were covered by the storm.

The Shrike grinned pleased with himself. While Recro grabbed his jacket while yelling at him, "You may have saved my life but look what happened to my car!? Is that alright where you're from? Where are you from?"

Before The Shrike could reply Recro cut him off, "I hope the currency exchange rate is good cause you're not leaving my sight til you buy me a new car!"

<em>Recro still has not seen a a cent for his car yet<em>