June 22nd, Year 714 A.G.
It was a Sunday morning in Community G, 6:05am.
In the secret underground bunker of the Zmer gang, a square-faced man with a clean shaven chin and barren hair, a lean man built like an assassin on all black- black coat, black boots, black gloves, black durag, and black glasses with two swords strapped to his back, and a middle-aged man with a rough and stony face filled with scars stood in front of a thick metallic door.
"Do you think they'll really come?" Swain asked in an idle manner as he fiddled with a short pole that was on his hand. "Do they have the guts?"
"Heh," Cain smirked. "I think they will. Did you see the look on their faces yesterday? They looked like mad dogs". He chuckled. "Those poor bastards have sold their fear to the devil, so I think they'll come".
He grinned. "I can't wait".
"That's if they manage to find here though". Swain added with a nonchalant smile on his face.
