-For The Greater Good of New Haven-
Everybody was looking at a figure on the first floor balcony. Helena Pierce had a scared face and never seemed to smile. She put her hands in the air to acknowledge the beginning of her speech. The people of New Haven stood with no interest at all with what Helena Pierce was saying. As her thick English accent droned through the crowd Claptrap started to move slowly around the back of the crowd. People were kicking dirt in boredom and some lit cigarettes and puffed away with such force it was like they were trying to blow Helena off the balcony. Claptrap caught some words now and then "the freedom of New Haven begins with Krom's demise". Claptrap had only heard rumours about Krom such as his hatred for robots. Helena went on and on with the speech, surely she could tell nobody in New Haven could care about what she had to say. Claptrap got the impression that Helena Pierce was the kind of leader that demanded everybody should take her seriously; it seemed that nobody liked her.
Ten minutes later Helena finished and the people of New Haven immediately split apart and went their separate ways. Claptrap followed a large man with a goatee. The man went into Marcus Kincaid's gun shop and stood behind the checkout desk. Plainly, he was Marcus Kincaid. "Well, hello my robotic friend. What brings you into my shop? Want to put a hole in Krom with this Tediore pump-action shotgun?"
"No, I don't know what I want." Claptrap replied sadly
"Care to tell me what's the matter?"
"My master is dead, I got sent here from the Dahl Headlands and I don't know what I should do." Claptrap's voice sounded totally helpless
"Well, there is one guy I know who might need some assistance. He's more crooked than a bent nail but he might be able to help you out."
"I had a master; no-one can replace who you were assigned to. No matter how cruel that master was."
"Then I guess someone who's first name is Crazy isn't right for you then." Marcus said
"No, I've heard of him. There's no chance."
"Fair enough little one. Well whatever you do, I wouldn't stick around this place for too long. Helena Pierce as you heard wants Krom dead and Krom wants us dead. Wanna hear a story?" Marcus asked as he leaned closer to Claptrap
"OK then."
"Last month a man called Jed Stokely lived with his adopted father until he decided to kill him. He carved the word "Reaver" on his father's forehead after he killed him. Jed joined Krom's army and came back a few days later to steal some of Helena's plans from her office. He attempted to cut her arm off in the process before someone heard the ruckus and stopped Jed's attack. Jed got away and now Krom knows what Helena was planning and now Helena knows Krom knows. Jed then called himself Reaver." Claptrap didn't say a word.
"So any time now we expect an attack from Krom." Marcus looked at his watch and jumped slightly in surprise "Well, I gotta run. These grenades don't sell themselves." Marcus picked up a box of grenades and ran out of the door leaving Claptrap alone with the news.
