Epilogue: Backroom Deals

"New York City. Home of the Empire State Building, Wall Street, and the best hot dog stands around." The voice comes from a man of average height with brown hair and blue suit. He is accompanied by a tall slender man in a black suit.

"Focus Harrison." The tall man says very much annoyed by his friend. "Don't forget we got business first, then you can stuff your face."

"I know Marston, just kidding." Harrison replies. The two had just arrived at the airport from Florida to take care of their boss, Montana's problem. Since he, Fancy Dan and Ox had been locked up, Marston and Harrison had been taking jobs as the Enforcers Southern division. Marston hails the two a cab once3 outside and hop in the first one they can get. " Whose the guy who called us up here for the job anyway?" Harrison asks as they make their way to the meeting point.

"Calls himself the Jackal." Marston responds.

"Catchy." The shorter man says jokingly.

Fifteen minutes later they reach their destination, pay the cabby and head toward an old warehouse. "You got in contact with Lavell?" Marston asks.

Harrison looks up at him. "Yeah, since the bar burnt down he's letting us use his old aquarium's back room as HQ." As they enter the warehouse they are greeted by a short man wearing a wolf-like mask, standing in front of two or three tables covered in beakers reminiscent of a low-tech lab.

"Greetings gentlemen." The masked man says with a curdiest bow.

"Hmm, so you're the Jackal I presume?" Marston says looking on curiously.

"Yes," Jackal confirms. "and I have a very interesting proposition for you."

Marston and Harrison both put on a light smile. "We'll see," Marston replies. "we'll see."