Cloud was on the frozen wastes. In his right hand was the tool of his own unmaking. He drank deeply, trying to drown out the sorrow. There was a knock at the door of his mind and he answered it the same way he always answered the knock on the door of his mind...with beer...

The memories were old and faded but he remembered them like they happened yesterday.

"George Washington get in the fucking van!" He cried. "Would you leave the money?! This job has gone ape shit! Get in the van!"

George...he thought. he was thinking. What have I done to you?

It was supposed to be a simple smash and grab. No one gets hurt. But then George Washington had to go playing the hero... 200 million dollars in one dollar bills. 200 million tiny george washington faces on green paper. It was gonna be so sweet, so poetic. but then everything went so had the gone wrong? To answer that Cloud was going to have to go back, back to the source. Denzel. The man who had orchestrated the whole thing. if anyone knew who the rat was it would be Denzel. and the rat. Denzel and the rat...unless Denzel was the rat, then it would just be Denzel...Denzel the rat!

Cloud threw his bottle and it landed on some snow and didn't smash. How ironic...

"I'm sorry George..." cloud said in tired defeat. "...I let you down."

Denzel resided in a brick house in the frozen wasteland. not the best real estate but when your the biggest mover and skaker in the criminal underworld it doesn't hurt to live in a brick house in the middle of a frozen wasteland. Obviously.

The door swung open. Forcing cold winter air into the room and extinguished the fireplace.

"Cloud?! but...but...but...but...I thought you were dead." Denzel stammered.

"So did I, turns out I was just in Nebraska."

"I don't get that reference." Denzel shrugged. "Is that a movie quote or something?"

He was lying...Cloud could see it on his lips.

"You always were a lousy liar Denzel. Unforgiven 1992, starring Clint Eastwood."

"I don't know what your talkin' about."

"You piece of shit." That was the last straw. Cloud drew his sword and killed a waitress who wasn't really paying attention. She was delivering a tray of onion rings when the buster sword severed her in half spraying blood and half digested food over the patrons and completely ruining the onion rings.

"Kill him!" Denzel shouted.

The restaurant erupted into chaos. Steel flashed under the dull light. Blood splattered on the walls and ruined more perfectly edible onion rings. A guard with a machine gun peppered the place where cloud had been standing but he had jumped out of the way, inadvertently shoving another waitress into the maelstrom of lead, she burst into pulverized meat and spilled onion rings instantly.

"How many more have to die, cloud?!" Denzel barked.

"Just one."

"Oh...seriously just one?"

"Yes." Cloud said coldly.

"That's not so bad..."

"Just you!"

"Oh, well that is bad." Denzel reloaded his revolver. "too bad...too bad for you!" He stood up and shot.

Cloud grabbed a passing waitress and ran towards the bullets. The girl screamed in agony as she absorbed the abuse of the .44 magnum and sprayed Onion rings from her tray. They were close now and Cloud swung wide blindly cutting the girl in half and severing Denzel's head into two half heads.

"Unforgiven...1992..." Denzel fell on the floor landing on a tray of previously unruined onion rings.

"I'm sorry George Washington." Cloud said.