AN: This is a revised version of my old fic of the same name. With all the new DLC characters, and having a look back on my OCs, I thought I should probably try to redo everything. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy.

Walker

Gluttonous Brute

"Hey, boss!"

"Hm?"

Inside a warehouse close to some docks was a group of various men, with various different features, and all wearing black jackets with a symbol of a shield with skull and crossbones on their backs. One of them who had a scrawny build and spiky red hair ran in with a group behind him holding another person who only had a white tank top.

The 'boss', who was sitting on top of some crates and shrouded by the shadows pulled a cigarette out of his mouth "What is it, Tim?"

"We got him, boss! The dirty, back-stabbing bastard that tried to sell us out!" He yelled as he pointed towards the restrained man.

"Oh?" The boss jumped down and let the light illuminate his figure. He was a black-haired man with black eyes, and wore black leather pants, black spiked boots, and a black shirt that also had the shield and skull and crossbones symbol, covered by a black jacket "Good job, boys."

"No problem, boss!"

He walked passed the scrawny boy as he patted his shoulder, and approached the man as the other members backed away.

"Walker, I can explain-"

Walker interrupted him by grabbing him by his throat and lifted him up.

"There's nothing to explain. You tried to get rid of us, so you decided to team up with the cops and told them of our little plan."

"Walker, wait-"

"You put me and my boys in danger." Walker brought the man back onto his knees but still kept a grip on his neck "I thought you were smart enough not to mess with us."

"Walk-"

"I aughta rip your throat out right this second!" He said as he tightened his grip.

"Wa-Wait, I got info!"

"Hm?" Walker loosened his grip, but still held onto him "What kinda info?"

"I-It's about the Skullgirl! You know, the one you've been looking for?!"

Walker raised one of his eyebrow "Go on."

"She-she's been spotted in Little Innsmouth, hanging around them gillies!"

"Watch it! I've got a couple of crew members who are 'gillies'." He then pushed him to the ground and let go "But you did give me something good, so I'll let that slide."

The man smiled and laughed lightly "So, we're good?"

Walker smirked in response "I don't know. Should I let him go, Beelzebub?"

His jacket suddenly closed up by itself, and a giant red eye opened at the center.

"He's an inedible scum, but I am hungry, so I can't complain." The jacket named Beelzebub said.

"What the...?! A Parasite...?!"

"Beelzebub, say hello to our ex-informant."

"Hello." Beelzebub closed his eye and formed a giant protruding mouth with tentacles that wrapped themselves around the man "Goodbye."

The man screamed as he tried to grab onto the ground and Beelzebub pulled him into his mouth. He closed his mouth and ate him whole.

"Next time, get me a dame. Preferably with blonde hair. I heard they taste great."

"Whatever, Bub." Walker took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it onto the ground "I'll be out for a moment, fellas."

"Need some help?" Said one of the members, who appeaed to be a humanoid bull with a nose ring and blue fur.

"No, Rus, I'll be fine on I my own." He turned to Tim "Take care of the place, and make sure these morons don't screw up while I'm gone."

"Sure thing, boss!"

Walker walked outside and away from the docks.

"So, we heading out to Innsmouth?" Beelzebub asked.

"Yup, I'm feeling a little hungry. And I heard that they're serving a Skullgirl special."

Francis

Arme'd and Dangerous

At one of the New Meridean's swanky apartment complex, was a man and about 10 women in bathing suits in a hot tub on a balcony. The man had olive skin and white hair. Despite the color, he had the face of a young man with blue eyes.

"Oh, Francis, you're so daring." One of the woman placed her hand on the man's chest.

"Hey, hands off!"

"No fair!"

"Back off, hussy!"

"Ladies, ladies, please." The man told them in a French accent "There's enough of me to go around."

Just then, a phone rang on the table near the hot tub.

"Pardon." He left the hot tub and answered the phone "Bonjour." He listened to the other person, then frowned and sighed. He turned to the other women "My apologizes mademoiselles, it seems I have work to do."

"Aw."

"Don't worry, when I come back I'll make it up to all of you."

"Really?" Some of them said.

"Like I said, there's enough of me to go around."

As the women remained in the bathtub, Francis entered his penthouse apartment.

"What is it, Vitale?" He said in an American accent.

"I've got a job for you. I need you to come on down." Vitale said.

"And I was so looking forward to an evening with beautiful women."

"Just come to my office, Francis."

"Yeah, yeah." He hung up the phone and took a pair of black pants, a black suit jacket, a black beret, and a white and black-striped shirt

"Looks like we've got work, Elastique."