The night was cold as usual in Ashbridge City. The fresh air outside brushing against the city.
But inside Eddies Taxi, the air was filled with the smell of iron and grease mixed together. The garage filled with yellow crown Victoria cabs and bodies laying on pools of blood.
Inside, the Iron Hound crew were busy cleaning out the bodies and picking up the bullet casings.
One would think that the garage would be filled with police officers by now, searching the place, but contrary to that, a single police cruiser was parked outside the building.
Inside the Office, Eddy was still tied to the chair, visibly pale and his hand wrapped in a bandage. Doug standing just opposite him with his arms folded looked at the miserable Eddy with an expressionless face.
And next to Doug, a newcomer stood there with their brown long coat, black suit pants and black dress shoes. A cigarette between his fingers and one hand on his pockets.
Doug turned to look at the newcomer, "And who are you...?"
