A/N: Hey guys here's another story~

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything except for the story. Everything else belongs to Andrew Hussie


Aradia Megido. Damn, that girl was the finest member of the Midnight Crew I've ever seen. She was quick, agile, and skilled. It was like magic how quick she could draw that pistol from her hip. She made Slick look like the amateur, and that's really saying something. Megido was a true prodigy. She was not afraid to go into the heat of battle head-on and I bet she didn't even fear death itself. She had long flowing auburn hair down to the small of her back and almost-red highlights. She had glimmering doe eyes and the brightest smile. She was kind and gentle, but she did not take mercy to those who hurt her or those close to her.

Hearts Boxcars was the muscle of the group. He was tall and well-built with broad shoulders and chest. He was a dark tan color and his face was spotted with tiny scars from fights he had gotten into in the past. He had light brown eyes with thick eyebrows, and sported short black hair. He wore a white dress shirt that was neatly tucked in underneath a solid black belt and the sleeves rolled up to the middle of his Biceps, only illuminating just how muscular he was. He was often silent, but when he spoke, you knew there was trouble. His obvious opposite was Clubs Deuce. He was a tiny little guy, with bright green eyes and curly brown hair. He was pale and freckles dotted his cheeks. He was the child of the group, and probably the most light-hearted and most talkative member besides Megido. He wore a full tuxedo suit with a small grey club on the breast pocket. I, Diamonds Droog, was wearing my suit with a diamond on my black tie. I had a skinny build, but it was just like an athlete's body: skinny yet muscular. I am the brains of the group, and I always make sure that everything is in order and that nobody does anything stupid. Spades Slick, the leader of the group, was the most agitated man I have ever met. He had slicked-back hair and a jagged scar across his right eye, which he kept concealed with a black eye patch with a spade on it. He wore a suit, just as me and Deuce, but the jacket was undone. He was always finding something or somebody to yell at, especially at Snowman, Ringleader of our rivals: The Felt.

One night, we were all just laying around doing our own things. Slick was busy throwing darts at the picture of Snowman, with a scowl slapped on his face while Hearts Boxcars, Megido, and Clubs Deuce were playing Dominos on the table. I, on the other hand, was leaning against the wall, checking up on the weapon maintenance, primarily focusing on mine and Slick's because lord knows he'll get pissy if his gun isn't in tip-top shape. I watched the three play their little game, watching their faces brighten up with each move. Boxcars placed down a 5/3 down, causing Megido to grin, immediately throwing down a 5/5.
"Ha!" she laughed, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed and her hair framing her face under a black fedora. Apparently, it was her last domino.

"Hey! You cheated again!" Deuce yelped as he slammed a fist on the table, a smile tugging at his seemingly-angry expression.

She stuck her tongue out in a playful manner. "Did not~. You just stink at Dominos. What do you say, Slick?"

"I think you're all acting like a bunch of idiots," he snapped back, Deuces' and Megido's smile fading away.

"Hey, cut 'em some slack," I stepped in, making everybody turn. "Stop taking all your man-period frustration out on them." Slick growled and flipped me off before throwing another dart at full strength. It lodged itself in the wall right next to the board and he threw his hands up in frustration. Aradia and Clubs Deuce shared a laugh, trying to keep it quiet. Even Boxcars smiled at it. Slick sighed angrily and laid his head on his desk with a thump.

"Fuck my life," he grumbled as I let out a small chuckle. The trio over at the table began picking up their game and began looking for another one to play, Boxcars finding a game of chess on the top of a bookshelf.

"How about this one?" he murmured, holding out the box. I could have sworn Deuces' eyes were like little stars in his head as he bounded towards the big buffoon.

"It's perfect!" he cried joyously, beginning to place all the pieces in their corresponding squares on the board. The pieces were green and black, and they had been unused for quite some time, though they looked brand new. That's when Slick looked up, and I could see a plan forming in his mind.

"Hey Deuce. I'll play you a game," he said as he stood up.

"R-Really boss?" Deuce stammered with a huge smile on his face. Slick opened up his mouth to say something, but was immediately cut off by the drone of the phone ringing. I casually got up and put the phone to my ear.

"Yeah?" A over-familiar stammering voice came from the other line, hushed and murmuring.

"Um, Droog? Yeah, uh, I've just spotted Snowman and her, uh, gang… They're on, uh, Prospit Drive, right in front of Doc's Manor. It… looks like they're trying to, um, break in or something." It was Tavros Nitram, the Crew's handicapped "eyes" on the streets.

"Shit, the Felt? Alright. Keep an eye on them and call back if they do anything. We'll be there in a moment." I hung up the phone and turned towards the others looked at me with curiosity piqued.

"Nitram spotted Snowman and the Felt over by Scratch's place," I paraphrased smoothly. "They're trying to break in, apparently."

"Megido, Droog, and Boxcars. You go and see what that bitch is up to," Slick ordered casually, leaning back in his chair and placing a hand on one of his black pawns. "Deuce and I have a game of chess to play." I nodded and opened up the "gun closet" (which was really just a wardrobe-type rack), a multitude of weaponry glistening in the new artificial light as if saying "Pick me! Pick me!". I grabbed dual .9 mm flintlocks and hooked them onto my belt. I grabbed my solid black cane that was leaning up against the wardrobe. Megido grabbed a whip that was laying on a small end table across the room and grabbed a small pocket-sized pistol and placed in the small garter belt on her right thigh. Boxcars just stood there in the corner, his weapon being his brute strength.

'Ah, my old friend. It's been a while hasn't it?' I thought to myself as I felt the smooth surface of the cane against my hand. I stopped at the coat rock and grabbed my jacket and hat, putting them on with style. I gave a single nod back to Slick as all three of us walked through the door.

"And so, the game begins," I heard Slick say as the door shut behind me.


A/N: I hope you liked it and reviews would be appreciated! Love-Love~