The Detroit bus station had been empty for two hours. I was sitting on a bench in the middle of the building, under some indoor shrubbery, drinking a hot cup of coffee that I had grabbed when I first came in, compliments of the bus station people. I was waiting for a guy named Anton Staple. The meeting was set up by a contact I used to find members of TylerDurden's crew. Staple was said to be connected with Columbian Drug Lords that were looking for a local who could do some hits for them. When you kill enough Made Men, you are considered dangerous to those who don't trust you.

At first I thought it was a trap. Get me out here alone and 'bang!'. But when Staple showed up he was quite polite. "How do you do, BlackAtom?..Anton Staple" Staple said with a Russian accent, introducing himself as he approached me. He had a weird grin on his face as I shook hands with him. The smell of vodka and glazed donuts radiated from his head, hitting my nasal senses with authority. "Very well thanks. I hear you need a little detailing done on your car? If you got the money, I could take care of that for you." I said to Staple with an assuring tone. "We absolutely do need detailing," Staple pulls an envelope out of his jacket pocket,"Here, take this. You will need it. You have 48 hours to complete." I jump back,"I'll get it done in 10. How many are there?" "7," Staple replies putting his fingers up as to count but he was missing a couple. "Well then, we must not waste time. Nice meeting you, gotta go," I say to Mr. Staple as I tuck the envelope in to my pocket. I don't remember if he said anything back.

I leave the bus station and go to the parking lot. Staple was also headed that way, going to his vehicle I assumed. He still had that funny looking grin on his face. I wanted to punch him just to see a different expression. The parking lot was slick from ice and rain. As I walk, I watch Staple get into his car. He was pretty drunk so I doubt he would make it far. I get about ten feet from my Model T and *BOOOOM* Staple's car explodes, sending shrapnel everywhere. I look at the devastation, then my car, then the devastation,"Nope, I'm not driving that." I walked over to the trunk, opened it, and grabbed my belongings. I closed the trunk and walked away saying,"Fuck that. I'll just have to buy another one." I walked to a back alley behind the bus station. While looking to see if anyone is around, I pulled out the envelope and searched it contents. A list of 7 dangerous people and their last known locations.

I put the envelope back in my pocket and went to the crew's HQ in Detroit, hoping to find some people to assist me with this.

*Roberts was walking home from a party. He didnt drink much a couple of beers thats it. It was a bit windy so he wanted to get home quicer as possible. Then he heard an explosive. He stopped for a minute to see if anybody will walk from there. Never know what will happen next. He saw a guy walking, he pulled his gun out and came to him.*
- HEY STOP!
*He yelled at the misterious man.*
- What happened back there? Who are you?
*He asked the guy, he was keeping his pistol pointed at him.*
- Is there people still there where i heard the explosive go off?
*Mabey somebody need's help if there would be more of his guys, then they would allready come, so this man is alone*