"Go on, just one more drink. One more can't hurt right?"

Franky shakes his head. His job as bartender at the family bar didn't make him as popular as he had thought it would.. He had to make sure that people were drunk enough to be happy, but sober enough to be useful to the Boss if something was going down. A VERY fine line, as he had learnt at cost to himself once before. He winces, remembering that night and clutching his leg. But that's a story for another time..

"No, Recro wants you collecting that shipment tonight.. We don't want them over in Philly thinking we're useless drunkards do ya'? No, thought not. Now get outta here, you're gonna be late."

Turning out time.. The bane of any bartenders life.

"Ok ok Franky.. But I want something good waiting for me when i get back, eh?"

After the bar is cleared Franky sets about clearing up. But only gets a few paces with his broom when the telephone behind the bar starts ringing. A cold sweat breaks out on his brow. Only two people know that number.

"Ma? Yeah, yeah.. I hear you Ma.. Calm down Ma.. Yeah, I'm listening!"

Over the next two minutes his aged Ma explains what's been happening in his old neighbourhood back in south Detroit. Girls had been going missing.. Lots of them. They didn't stay missing for long, the bodies were always recovered. But they weren't exactly suitable for open casket. Police pigs had been "Looking into it" for over a month now. Action, justice, was needed.

"Ok Ma.. Yeah, I'll do something. I'll sort it."

Glowing with a white hot rage he steps out into the Recrusescence HQ, finding those willing to help.

Ttarrab is busy socialising with his crew, chatting a little to Recro and McKnighter when he is approached by Franky.

"Franky, sit down, we're just having a few drin-"

He is cut short as Franky explains to Ttarrab what's going on.

"I see" says Ttarrab shortly, "Recro, Knighter, I'm afraid I shall have to leave you; we'll finish this another time."

Ttarrab drains the last of his ruby port, and then turns to Franky.

"Let's roll".

McKnighter sits up quickly, tossing his bottle across the room. Recro sighs as the bottle is shattered by hitting the wall.

"You think you were going without me? I'm all for busting up some would-be pimps."

Franky beams at the family, so eager to help out.

"One second guys.."

He runs out of the room and returns with a viscous looking knife and a .45 pistol

"Ok.. The plan is we go down there, and go on the hunt.. We split up, find what we can find. Lets take this sick fucker down."

McKnighter reaches into his coat to feel his handy Tommy Gun, right where he left it. The gun was strapped to the inside of the coat, all he had to do was to tug on the gun, and it would come out. In the other side of the coat was his .45 pistol. McKnighter also reaches into his pocket to find a blackjack that was used last night to teach a thug to respect the ladies.

"Hey, I'm ready when you are. We got a ride?"