Hey gang! Sorry this next installment took me so long, but as you can see it's a rather long chapter that was demanding to be written. I felt like things were moving a little too quickly and so the last chapter was meant to slow it down a little. Don't worry, I promise lots of craziness to come in the rest of the story. Please leave me a review to let me know what you think when you've finished reading! I know you guys want me to update, but that's about all I've gotten from people since I started and it's hard to know how you feel about the progression thus far when that's all you're asking for. 3

Chapter Three

Two weeks had passed since the rather unpleasant scene that had unfolded in the office of the hangar, but still Barney Ross was struggling to shake it all off and carry on with his life. A few other jobs had been called in, and his team had done exactly what was expected of them – get in, get out, get paid. It sounded simple enough, and the team had taken on a few more jobs throughout those two weeks than they were accustomed to. And while the younger members of the team were constantly looking to the others with questioning looks, the older members just shook their heads in silent warning. It wasn't a conversation that they would want to open up.

As the plane came to a halt, everyone slowly rose from their place within the cabin and prepared to disembark. They had grown rather used to the process that followed their arrival back home, and so few words were spoken as they all set about their tasks. Gunner and Caesar began to unload the heavier crates of weaponry, passing them down to Toll Road and Smilee who then lugged them across the floor and to the designated area for storage. Luna had already descended the ramp of the plane with a few of the heavy bags in her hands, depositing them on the floor beside the table to worry about later on. The cleaning products had already been grabbed by Thorn and Mars as they unlatched a few of the cases and pulled the weaponry apart, carefully inspecting each piece as they went. Having their guns jam up because of dirt would not be good for business…and with the frame of mind that Barney always seemed to have about the issue, they didn't want it to be the reason that any of their team ended up dead.

It was a long process, one to which they had become accustomed, but after taking on so many extra missions over the past two weeks the team was beginning to look exhausted. They were almost sluggish in their movements, going more by mechanical feel than presence of mind as they wandered back and forth between the table and the plane. There was none of the usual chatter and laughter that followed the end of a mission, no playful banter or jokes at the expense of one of the younger boys.

With a nod to Doc, who was only just preparing to leave the plane, Lee shifted in his seat and turned his head to look over at Barney. It didn't take a genius to know that his comrade was avoiding his eye. He knew that he was still sitting in the co-pilot seat, waiting for him to speak.

Evidently, they had known one another too long.

"Would you quit starin' at me?" Barney grumbled as he flipped a couple of switches above his head. "You're gonna burn holes."

"Maybe that's what it'll take to get through that thick skull of yours," Christmas offered bluntly.

Barney slowly turned to look at him. "I don't want to talk about it."

"No shit," he answered with a roll of his eyes. "But that doesn't mean you don't need to."

The scowl returned to Barney's face as he pushed himself out of his chair and retreated toward the back of the plane, anxious to avoid the conversation that he knew was just sitting there waiting to be had. But Christmas was hot on his heels by the time he reached the ramp, following him with the speed of a slightly younger man and the heavy footsteps that clearly meant business. The others all turned their heads as they watched the two of them storm across the pavement, one in pursuit of the other. Even Galgo fell silent when he saw them, knowing that a shit storm was brewing on the horizon. And the general rule of thumb seemed to be that when even Galgo knew to keep his mouth shut and his head down, the rest of them needed to follow suit.

"Hey!"

Barney stopped when Christmas shouted at him, turning around to find that his comrade was only a few feet behind him and very quick to close the gap. And whether he liked it or not, he knew that the rest of the team was now watching the confrontation with questioning eyes, wondering what on earth had gotten them both so worked up. And yet he knew that they didn't need to ask. He knew that they talked when his back was turned, sharing pieces of information and secrets that they didn't want their boss to hear. That's just how it was, and he had accepted that a long time ago. But this was different from all those times in the past because this was far more personal than most of them could imagine. And he wasn't ready to discuss it with anyone yet.

"Stop being such a bloody punk about this," Christmas started, jabbing a finger against Barney's chest. "Either suck it up and accept that it happened or go out there and fix it, but don't sit here feelin' sorry for yourself like you did nothin' wrong."

"What just what did I do wrong, Lee?" Barney barked at him. "Since you seem to have such an insight into this whole thing, why don't you tell me where I went wrong?"

"You were never there."

The brutal truth of the words was enough to catch Barney off guard and force him back a step, as if Lee had slugged him right across the jaw instead of simply yelled the horrible truth in his face. It was something he had always tried to deny to himself as the days had drawn on and the missions had become longer. He never truly accepted it, but insisted that it was the right thing to do, the best way to handle the situation that had fallen before him all those years ago. And unfortunately for Barney, it hadn't been as easy to walk away as he had once thought it would be. And here it was again, staring him in the face when he wanted it least of all.

"You were never there," Lee repeated, this time softer. "You can't deny it, Barn. Did you even know that Blanca was sick? Because I sure as hell didn't know or I'd have been there."

He couldn't deny it. He had tried so hard to cut that part of his life away that Barney hadn't spoken to the woman in almost ten years before Mickey had appeared in the bar and tried to disguise herself from his eyes. Perhaps this was his punishment for having been so absent and distant for all those years, he thought. To see it all torn away in a single moment. There was no way for making up the time that had been lost to him because of past decisions and he knew it all too well now. And while he knew that it wouldn't serve any sort of purpose to dwell on what he could not change, the Italian couldn't help but feel sorry for himself.

Lee shook his head, giving a small sigh as he recognized the look in his friend's eyes. "Look mate, I can't tell you how to live your life. But maybe this is something you can't change."

There…he'd said it. But Lee would have given almost anything to remove the guilt ridden look that Barney wore on his face as the reality started to sink in. In the years that they had worked together they had seen a large number of unpleasant things that they would rather have avoided, and lost quite a few good men who had proven themselves to be good friends. Lee knew that Barney still had yet to forgive himself for the manner in which Billy had been killed though, and since that was what had set off the failed conversation with Mikayla that was so clearly weighing on his mind, it was pointless to think that his thoughts weren't still wrapped up in it. There was nothing that they could have done to save the poor kid from going to an early grave, not with the way they had been ambushed during that mission.

For a moment Barney just stood there in silence, unable to form the words that he wanted to speak or even choose the right ones for this moment. He could feel the rest of the team behind him, frozen in their shock at having seen such an open argument between himself and Lee that went above and beyond their usual bickering. All of a sudden it was like having a hole punched in the middle of a well thought-out plan. Precious little was making sense to him, and even less than that was sure to make sense to his team. Only a handful of them really understood what was going on, and that was how Barney planned to keep it.

There was no point in telling them more than they needed to know. It wasn't a job they were hired for.

The uncomfortable silence was beginning to weigh on them all though, and it was Doc who slowly stepped forward and made to put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Barn-"

But the screech of tires against the pavement caught them all off guard and forced their attentions to the doors of the hangar, where company had chosen that exact moment to arrive on scene. The two SUV's that came roaring into the space were black in colour, with windows so heavily tinted that there was no way for them to see who was inside the vehicle until the doors themselves were opened to reveal the occupants. Barney turned to watch them with narrowed eyes. Not many people came and went from this place without his knowledge or being a member of his team, and these vehicles were definitely not standard issue for the Expendables team. Whoever was inside had business to discuss, and by the way that they had come ripping into the hangar he was pretty sure that it wasn't a social call.

Lee and Doc slowly began to flank Barney as the rest of the team assembled in behind them, each with their own stance of impatience and uncertainty as they stared at the intruder vehicles. Only Smilee and Luna lagged behind a little to keep their bodies close to the weaponry in case a need for them arose. One by one, each Expendable began to shift themselves into a more threatening position that warned the newcomers not to mess with them.

When the doors of the first car opened however, Barney couldn't help but blink. "Drummer?"

"Ross, we have a problem," the old man grumbled, slamming the door shut.

"Looks more like you've got a problem," he observed, letting some of the tension in his shoulders disappear.

Drummer shook his head, quickly approaching the group. "No…we have a problem."

"Trust me, Barney, you're in this whether you like it or not."

At the sound of the new voice, all heads turned to the doors of the second SUV and the two men who climbed from the back to join the growing group on the tarmac. Both Trench and Yang looked like they had been a little beaten up as of late, with a few scars on their faces and a limp in Yang's step to betray the outcome of their most recent mission. But the gang seemed mostly shocked to see them at all, since it was fairly uncommon for them to work together nowadays.

"What the hell happened to you?" Lee asked them.

"We were played," Trench told them, glancing sideways toward Drummer for a moment before he turned back to address Barney directly. "We were hired for a mission…only to be set up."

The aging Italian shook his head in confusing and held up both of his hands as a signal for them all to stop what they were doing. Hell, he was already confused with what they were doing there and their constant rambling was not making the situation any clearer. At this point he was more likely to develop a headache from listening to their babble before he accomplished anything else.

"Would you morons just tell me what the hell is going on?" he demanded, looking between the two groups. "You've kinda showed up at a bad time."

"Then I'm afraid it's about to get worse."

From under his arm Drummer produced a large manila folder that he handed directly to Barney, who looked at him rather skeptically before he accepted it and began to scan through its contents. Photos and other documents lined the front parts of the folder, which was stuffed rather full of all the information that had been gathered on the subject – known only as "The Warden."

"We were alerted to this guy when he started picking up the business that Stonebanks left behind," Drummer narrated as the looking through of the photos continued. "But there was an anomaly in his process that made us second guess ourselves. We sent Trench, Yang and a third member of their team to take care of him."

"I didn't think you had a team," chimed Doc.

"We didn't," came Yang's steady answer. "We went to Bonaparte and he gave us the name."

He was the best person to go to when you were looking for someone to do the job. It was Bonaparte who had initially pointed Barney in the direction of the younger members of his team and praised their skills above all of the other candidates who had crossed his desk. And evidently Barney wasn't the only person who still turned to him when they needed to get the job done. But the more Barney though about it, the more he frowned. They spoke about this third member of their team and yet he only saw the two of them standing there, which lead him to believe that perhaps this time Bonaparte had made a bad call.

"Is he dead?" he asked.

"Who?"

"The third member of your team."

Trench shook his head, his eyes flashing with a sudden anger that hadn't been seen in quite a long time. "I don't know. We tried to go back for her but she called his off before we could get in to save her."

"Her?"

This time it was Drummer who nodded. "Bonaparte gave them a young woman who looked to be only slightly less deadly than Luna," he said, looking up to the sole female member of Barney's team. "Excellent in hand-to-hand situations, unique gift with the old school bow and arrow and just as good with a gun. Went by the name of Valdez."

The shock of hearing that name so soon was enough to make Barney shoot his head upward to look at Drummer with an expression that could only read as surprise. There was no possible way…it had to be a coincidence. His body barely registered the firm hand that was placed on his shoulder as one of the others moved in around him and slowly took the file from his hands, beginning their own initial scan of the documents. More mutterings were exchanged as the others began to enter the conversation, and though Barney registered the movements of their lips his ears heard nothing that was spoken. His mind was too busy whirling around, overtaken with an anxiety he hadn't felt before.

"When did it happen?" Lee asked.

"Three days ago."

Gunner closed the file, offering it back to Drummer with a small shrug in his shoulders. "So what's the big emergency that you had to bring us into it?"

Drummer's look darkened heavily as he took possession of the file once more, stuffing a hand into the pocket of his pants as his fingers fished around for the items that he had placed inside only a shortly while before their arrival at the hangar. "The target went under a codename, much like Stonebanks had when he was working the weapons ring. We didn't realize that we already knew the target."

"An old enemy?" Doc said with a raised brow. "Sounds like typical agency stuff to me."

"Problem is, this guy already knows all about you. He's studied you, worked with you…hell, he probably knows as much about you as you do."

Gunner's own look darkened a little. "Who is it?"

"Church."

The uproar that was caused by a single name was absolutely astounding. All of a sudden the room was filled with tension that filtered between the older men in the room as the younger gang looked on, assessing the situation for themselves. Toll Road and Caesar shared a look that might have killed anyone else who got in the way, while Gunner's arms tensed again to match the enraged fists that currently shook by his side. Lee grit his teeth in frustration and turned away from them for a moment, running a hand over his head in an effort to keep them from punching the first thing he could reach. Of all the people who could possibly begin to work against them now, Church was probably the most deadly enemy they could encounter. He knew exactly what resources they had available to them, as well as the details of working along-side the team that he could only have gotten from careful observation.

Not to mention that his link to the CIA also meant that there were sure to be many more intimate details about them as a group and as individuals locked up on a hard drive somewhere.

"I thought you said he was out of the picture."

Barney was angry, and this clearly was not lost on Drummer. "I was assured that he was. But apparently his reach within the agency went back further than I realized."

"Excuse me."

All eyes turned around to look back at Galgo, who had raised his hand as if he were sitting in the middle of the school room. A nervous laugh escaped his lips for a brief moment when he felt everyone turning their attention to him, but he soon launched himself into asking the question that had pushed him to speak.

"Forgive me for being new," he began, glancing at the other new recruits. "But who is this 'Church' person that has you all so worried?"

"The CIA stooge we had before Drummer showed up," came Barney's abrupt response, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder in Drummer's direction. "Any other questions?"

This time however, it was Smilee who stepped forward with his arms folded loosely in front of his chest, his weight displaced to one side. Clearly, he was much more at ease right now than the others were, and it showed in his posture. "Uh, yeah. I still don't see what the issue is. If he's just another Stonebanks, minus being Expendable, why don't we just go and get him?"

"Because of this."

From within the folds of his pocket, Drummer produced a small memory stick that had been sent to him earlier in the day. There had been nothing on it that tech had needed to decrypt, no special message that was hidden in code or anything that would typically concern the CIA. Instead there was something of a more personal nature, and as soon as he had come to understand what it meant he had cancelled his debriefing with Trench and Yang and immediately brought them to the hangar in the hopes of finding Barney and his team before they disappeared on another mission. Was it fortunate or unfortunate that he had found them? Drummer didn't yet know. What he did know was that he wasn't overly anxious to show the contents of that memory stick off.

Thorn immediately jumped forward and take the stick in his hands, examining the exterior for signs of tampering or misuse. Seeing nothing, he motioned for everyone to follow him back to the main bank of computers that had recently been set up in the back corner of the room, a place where he could continue to work his technological magic when they returned. It took him only a second to throw it into the side of one of the computers and begin to tap away at the keys, bringing the contents into view.

It was a video, they quickly realized.

"Hello Bam-Bam."

There was no mistaking that voice either, a voice that the Expendables had heard quite a number of times in the past when they had been recruited first for their mission to deal with an ex-CIA operative and overthrow a dictator in Vilena and then again when they were forced to retrieve a piece of technology from a downed plane in Albania. It hadn't been the happiest of partnerships, and that last mission had been the one that had gotten Billy killed, which was something that Barney still couldn't let go of.

"You're probably wondering why I'm taking the time to send you this nice little video," he continued, taking the camera with him through a dark tunnel. It seemed that the only source of light within the area at the moment was from the camera itself, which only seemed to enhance the menacing grin that was plastered on Church's face. "And that's because I want you to know that I'm enjoying my vacation. As you might now be aware, I no longer work for the CIA."

He continued his slow walk down the tunnel, taking the camera with him as he approached something else. The smirk on his face that grew was a tell-tale sign of that, for clearly whatever it was that Church was seeing now was something that brought him a great deal of either joy or amusement. They couldn't really be sure which it was until they saw what he saw, and there was no guarantee that he would ever turn the camera way from himself. For the time being, his message was filled to the brim with his narcissism.

"So I'm working my way to retirement now. I'm almost done. I've got lots of money hidden away, I've made some people happy over the last little while with my services…but there is one thing that I need to do before I can go away forever with peace of mind."

Here he entered another room and came to a stop. It was still dark, but the dimensions of the walls behind him had changed drastically after the last few steps, and a slight tilt in the camera allowed them a chance to see a corner of the room in the distance behind him. Near that corner was a piece of window, through which a bright light shone and Barney could only assume that the window lead to the outside world. So he wasn't underground and he wasn't in the middle of a building.

"I'd like to reunite this beautiful creature with her friends and family."

At last the camera turned away from him, and with a swish of movement finally came to rest on a figure that was tied down to a chair, legs secured and arms tied behind her back as she continued to struggle against her bonds. There was no mask to shield her face, and so the trail of blood that came from a place along her hairline was visible to the camera as Church zoomed in closer to have a look at her. And when his hand reached up to tilt the woman's head a little and clear stray locks of hair from her face, the entire room gasped.

It was Mikayla.

The gag in her mouth prevented her from speaking audible words as she thrashed her head away from Church's hand and growled in his direction, but Thorn could clearly feel the anxious hands that were digging into the back of his chair as the group stood around the monitor. Nobody spoke a word at all as they continued to watch, their eyes frozen in shock and horror at the way in which the young woman was being man-handled before the camera. But when Church once again went to touch her face with his hand, he was met with instant hostility. Despite having the gag tightly wrapped around her head, Mikayla snapped at him with such force that the click of her teeth was picked up by the microphone of the camera.

"She's a feisty little thing, isn't she? Just how I like 'em. So if you want her back in one piece you're going to do exactly as I say. Otherwise my hands my slip-" His free hand appeared in the shot, the glint of a blade appearing as it snapped free of its case. "And she might accidentally be found in a little, bite-sized dog treats."

Mikayla continued to struggle against her bonds, wiggling her shoulders in an effort to loosen the ropes that held her fast. It was an old trick that had been seen several times over by a large number of the men who stood in that room, tightening every muscle to an enhanced size so that when you relaxed and began to move within your restraints, there was just enough room to move that could eventually lead to your escape. And that seemed to be exactly what Mikayla was attempting to do. Back and forth and back and forth did her body move, brushing painfully against the ropes. Even as he stood there staring at the screen Barney could make out the irritated skin that was being forced against the harsh rope fibres and the tiny trickles of blood that had already begun to spill. He could only imagine the pain that she was in at that moment, still working to free herself even though someone like Church would have been well trained to prevent her from escaping.

"But hey, don't take my word for it. Let's hear from the little lady herself, shall we?"

In a flash he had pulled the gag from her mouth and once more made a grab for her chin, the tips of his fingers biting into the soft flesh of her cheeks as he pulled her closer to the camera.

"Come on, sweetheart. Beg for the old man to come and rescue you."

"Go to hell," she spat.

But Church just clicked his tongue at her. "Now, that's not very nice is it? You should be a little nicer to the guy who could snap your neck without a second thought."

"Release me from these ropes then. I promise you that when this is over you won't be snapping anything."

"And why would you think that?"

"Because that's how it's all going to end." Mikayla grinned wickedly, ripping her face out of his grasp. "The old man isn't stupid enough to come after me. He couldn't care less. So it looks like you picked the wrong target."

"We'll see about that."

Church nodded to someone behind him and moved away from Mikayla, who began shouting at him until that second person entered the frame and worked to put the gag back in place. He seemed to struggle a little in regaining control however, as the girl was not interested in going down quietly. The second man howled in pain as her teeth connected with his skin and blood was drawn, but just as soon as he had pulled his hand away the other flew out in rage and struck her across the face, throwing her head violently to one side.

"Well, I guess we both know where we gets that temper from, huh Bam-Bam? So if you want to see her alive again, here's what you're going to do. You're going to withdraw every cent of the money that you were initially paid by me to handle the job in Vilena. Then you're going to hop on a plane and you're going to go exactly where I tell you to go, because I have a radio signal all set up for you. You're going to bring me that money, I'll let the girl go and then I'll make sure that you regret every single moment of your pathetic life before I mercifully end it for you."

Barney's jaw tightened further as he saw the leering gaze that seemed to stare straight at him through the computer screen, almost as if Church had known exactly where to direct his focus when he had made his message. He wasn't playing games, and this time there was much more at stake than money.

"I expect your plane to be in the sky no later than oh-five hundred tomorrow morning. Oh, and Barney? Leave the Little Rascals at home, or I'll make sure that you never find her body."

And with that the screen fell blank.

For a moment there was absolute silence. Nobody knew what to say, and none of them dared to breathe too loudly in case it drew unwanted attention in their direction. But all eyes had come to land on Barney at one point during the last bit of the video, and the old man was so locked in his own world that he hadn't even noticed the tears that his fingers had made in the material of the chair in which Thorn still sat. The clench in his jaw was unmistakable, the quiver in his body becoming so violent that they could all see it clearly. Even Lee seemed at a loss of what to say or do.

The turn in his heel was sharp as he began to march away from the group. It took them all a moment to register the fact that he had moved, even when he brushed against some of their shoulders in his haste to get back to the plane. Most of the others were quick to follow along in behind him, each attempting to regain his attention so that they could talk him down from doing exactly as Church had instructed. But it was Drummer who made it in front of Barney first and brought the man to a halt, glaring at him as if that alone would be enough to deter him from going any further with this suicidal mission.

"Get out of my way, Drummer," Barney warned.

But Drummer just shook his head. "You're going to get yourself killed if you go out there alone and that's exactly what Church wants-"

"I'm not going to put her life in anymore danger than it already is!"

"You can't go in there alone."

"Like hell I can't."

"Barney, be reasonable," Luna chimed in, pushing her way to the front so that she could stand at his shoulder. "If Church wants you in there alone then he's not going to let either of you go. As soon as he has you, he'll kill her. You know that."

"I also know that if I don't do anything then she'll die anyway," he said, his words becoming a little more heated.

They didn't understand, none of them did. But how could they? They had wandered into completely unknown territory with absolutely nothing to help them navigate the waters, much like he had at one point in his life. The only difference now was that he didn't have the option of staying out of this strange new land anymore and they did. This was one mission that Barney Ross was going to have to do on his own. It was a grave that he had fashioned for himself long ago, when he first became Expendable, and now it was time to suffer the consequences of past actions. One way or another, the old man was sure that this was going to be his final mission.

At the end of it all, he'd be clocking out.

The rest of the team quickly surrounded him now that he wasn't moving, and Barney was not unaware of that fact even though his eyes never once left Drummer's face. He could tell that the wheels were turning in the head of the old man who stood before him, that he was attempting to formulate some plan of action that would ensure they all got through the ordeal with their lives. He wouldn't want Church to walk away from this either though, for that alone could be dangerous to the world in so many ways if he had really picked up where Stonebanks had left off in the armed weapons department. But none of those things were his concern right now. All that mattered was that he got the money that was being asked and got on the plane quickly so that he could find where it was that Church was keeping Mikayla.

"What's she to you anyway?" Drummer asked, his frown remaining in place. "She's just some punk kid that you don't even know, right?"

Barney growled. "Yeah, you could say that."

"Look man," Doc came up quickly, putting himself right behind Drummer's shoulder so that he could keep a sharp eye on the changes in Barney's facial expression. "You know we won't let you go into this alone. Not when he's got Mikayla like that."

"Mikayla?" Now it was Trench who joined into the conversation, looking rather confused. "Bonaparte said her name was Blanca Valdez."

Barney's stoic expression remained in place, with only a twitch in the one corner of his mouth to show the depths of his anger. "Blanca Valdez was her mother's name," he said, his voice a low rumble. "She might go by Valdez, but her name is Mikayla."

Drummer just shook his head and muttered. "Family always makes things complicated."

He started to turn away, but quickly realized that he was surrounded by the rest of the Expendables team, all of whom now stared at him with wide eyes and open mouths at this newest revelation. Evidently they were all in the dark about several factors that had risen in the past fifteen minutes, which was not all that encouraging. If they were going to have a hope in hell of making it through this then they were going to have to start learning the facts.

"You knew?"

Drummer turned sharply to look at Barney once more, facing the exact same look that had gone around the rest of the team. "I'd have reacted the same way if that creep had his hands all over my kid."

To those in the room who already knew the truth, hearing it said aloud was shocking. But to the newer members who hadn't ever learned of the things Barney had hidden away in his past, this hit a whole new level of insanity that couldn't immediately be understood. Though in reality, Smilee supposed that it explained quite a bit about the way that the girl had appeared out of nowhere and then stormed out again that day that she had been at the hangar with them. And now he understood why Barney had been so quick to jump between the two of them and pull her away from the confrontation that had started to evolve between the two of them. If that girl was his daughter like Drummer said she was, it was his protective nature that had kicked in and had him and some of the team separate the two of them before it came to blows.

But what the hell had she been doing with Trench and Yang?

"Now look, are you just going to stand here or are you going to come with me so that we can get her back?"

The snap in Drummer's words was enough to bring them all back to reality, even Barney, who gave his head a bit of a shake as a result. The agent seemed just as determined as anyone else to make sure that this mission was successful, for reasons that nobody fully understood. And though Gunner looked at him with suspicion in his eyes, he was the first to step a little closer to the circle.

"If you're going in there to get her, no way in hell are you leaving me behind."

"That goes for me too," Doc responded.

"Ditto."

Luna gently touched Barney's shoulder. "You're not going into this alone."

After a moment, the old man sighed. "What do you have in mind, Drummer?"

At this, the grey haired man grinned. "A bit of a shit storm," he said. "Just the thing for you guys."