"There's a large concentration of Decker vehicles coming from Burns Hill, might wanna check it out , Boss." The perpetually monotone voice of the random informant rang loudly from the Phone on his dashboard, and with it came the feeling of unease that he hadn't felt in years. Smashing the brakes of his Bootlegger , he made a highly illegal u-turn and tore off towards the Nuclear district. On the way he listened to several more calls, all of which expressing surprise and disbelief at the sudden appearance of the Deckers. Turning the corner he finally saw the neon blue vehicles all in a group, and in the middle of them all sat a familiar blue haired girl, who was struggling to take them on. He reached for his phone, hitting all the speed dial buttons at once. "Everyone, get your arses in gear, that is a direct order." And in seconds several purple cars surrounded him. "Alright then, CHARGE."

Kirsten was starting to falter, and could feel exhaustion setting in. The sound of loud classical music came from up the hill, Flight of the Valkyries to be exact, and a huge force of purple cars came down the hill like a tsunami. They utilized their element of surprise to smash through the first wave of Decker vehicles, but the other waves soon caught on and opened fire. During all this Kirsten tried to find somewhere to hide, but every time she moved she was met by either a Decker or a Saint. The sound of loud yells and meaty thumps alerted her to the car barrelling through the blue clad gang members, it screeched to a stop next to her. "Get in the fuckin car if you wanna live." Leaning out he put a cone of buckshot straight into the face of an approaching Decker. Kirsten quickly weighed her options and decided that she'd rather have a port in this storm. she flung open the door, scrambling into the seat frantically, and was slammed against the leather as he mashed the gas. "What the bloody 'ells goin on 'ere?" He bellowed as he whipped around, the door slamming due to g-force. Kirsten righted herself , yanking a seat belt down. "The Deckers think something happened last night, and they turned on me when i came in." she looked over at him as he tossed a flash-bang out the window. "Betrayal is common for men with no conscience." He muttered, reaching over to hit the phone. "Retreat, i'm about to bring the big bang." several confirmations and signoffs echoed from the speaker as he shot through the warzone, he screeched to a halt about a hundred feet away. "Would you mind handing me the briefcase right there?" Kirsten handed it to him, her mind realizing that her betrayal would be actual as she did. He stepped out of the car, dropping to one knee as he open the case, revealing a radar image of the area, he typed in a few things, then slammed it shut. A whistle came from the heavens, and he slid through the window, gunning the engine right as the missile hit. The Deckers were obliterated, and the shockwave from the explosion washed over the car as it sped away. Kirsten looked over at Him as they went, and saw an expression of grim satisfaction flash across it. "Revenge proves its own executioner."He said as she huddled down further in her seat, feeling just a little frightened. Frightened at the brutality of the attack, frightened by the coolness of his demeanor as he executed it

And frightened by the fact that she enjoyed it.