It was four in the morning when Captain Bret's phone rang out, and that feeling in his gut told him it was bad news again. Another gang-war shooting, but this time it was nasty. He arrives at the scene just two blocks from the Eastern Market and in typical fashion, the morning news media was already here. As he walks around the yellow caution tape, he could count at least seven body bags, but he told that there were a total of twelve this time. He opens one of the bags and saw Jerome; he was the leader of the East Boy gang, Bret knew if he was here that the other bags had to be the other members.

Captain Bret had already heard that there was a new gang call Parkland that was taking out all the other gangs, old territories meant nothing to them. They had even targeted some small east side businesses as well; he knew he had to stop this. But he was out man, out gun, and he knew there was only a matter of time before all war broke out on the city streets.

A Ford Lincoln pull up, and he recognizes it right away as the commissioner's car and that was not good news for him. He was a stout man in his fifties and had worked his way up in the streets. Which meant he commanded respect from all the officers in the city, most commissioners were politicians, but not Randy Moore.

"Bret I thought you told me you had this under control."

"Commissioner we were making progress."

"Twelve bodies lying in my streets say you are not making any progress. Now you promise me results if I let you alone and run things. Another episode like this and I will do things my way. Understood?"

Bret could only nod his head because at this point he would need a miracle to stop this Parkland Gang. He looks up and saw another Ford Lincoln pull up, but this one had shaded windows. When it pulled up, a driver got out and asked if he was Captain Bret and offer him to get in the back. Curiosity got the best of him as he climbs in the back of the car.

He found himself sitting across from a young man who identified himself as Wyatt, and asks if he was the same Captain Bret that had call Heroes for Hire. Bret stared at the three superpower individuals in the car with him; they were Luke Cage, The Huntresses, and Iron Fist. He just nodded at Wyatt, before finding his voice.

"Sorry but in Detroit, we don't see many superheroes, I didn't mean to stare."

"That's ok, is what happen out there why you called for us?"

"Yes the gangland murders keep piling up, and we are helpless to do anything about it. I don't even have one witness, just rumors about a new gang that calls itself Parkland. I have never met them, but they must have some deep pocket backers because from the wounds on the bodies these are not standard weapons that they are using.

"Captain Bret do you have any of those weapons you mention that we can examine? The Huntress has a way of tracking weapons back to their source."

"Yes, I can you one of them. But what can you do with it?"

"Captain you hire us, we will get these weapons off the street for you. Young people losing their life for someone's profit is bad in any city." Says the man call Cage.

After the captain gave them a weapon and the Wyatt assure Bret that they would contact him in a couple of days the heroes were off. What they could not know is that their meeting with the captain was being watch. As a lone teenager walks away from the scene pulls out his cell phone and texts a picture of the gather hero's receiving the unique assault rifle.

In the city of Southfield stands the now abandon Northland mall. During the late 70's and beyond this place was the hub of the Detroit shopping experience. It had the most mall traffic in the state, and retail stores would fight for prime locations within its walls. But that was yester-year, today the mall stands empty of all traffic, and nothing but memories trap within its walls. But underneath the mall away from pedestrian view was a vast maze of tunnels in all directions, some of which would take you to downtown Detroit and they were rumors that some reach as far north as Pontiac Michigan. It was here in this maze of tunnels that Crimson Guard set up its operation.

The Crimson Guard was a criminal organization whose origins go back to the 1800's in England, and their goal to change the world through war. This group had influenced many battles through history, and now they had their sights set on the city of Detroit. It was considered by the Guard to be the prime location to launch its new global reach. Being so close to the Canadian border and because of the great lakes, they would reach every major city from the midwest to the east coast and across the Atlantic Ocean all the way back to England.

In their conference room, the inner circle of the Guard was meeting. The inner circle had global political and business power. At the head of the inner circle was the general, who always wears a mask to hide his identity from the others. The General maintain order in Crimson Guard and only he met with the Eternity Council. No one knew who made up the council but the General.

The members of the inner circle Tom Moran who was the founder and CEO of Net Twelve, the worlds top producing e-commerce company had locations in over twenty-seven countries. Benjamin Glass, the president of London's top producing ammunition company who had contact with every war going on around the world at any time. Amir Haunsel was a top advisor to the Pentagon who also had the ear of the president of the United States made up the inner circle.

The General stood up front and begin his speech by saying "We have a new problem to deal with, but I don't want anyone to worry. Because the Eternity Council was created to deal with problems."