Cletus was in a good mood.

Ever since he joined that cult, the Corpse Grinders or whatever they were called, his luck in the hive city turned right around! He went from having to fight for scraps of food to eating like a cannibalistic after a battle!

…cruel, but…not inaccurate.

Kicking over another dead Banecat Ganger, the ganger tilted his head as he eyed the dead woman. The Butcher, said for him and the others to attack the meeting place for the Banecats and sack it; he thought they'd be a lot harder to kill, but he was surprised, to say the least.

Hey, it at least meant easy looting, right?

His attention was drawn when he heard the doors part. Looking over, Cletus paled when he saw just who arrived.

Four people; a guy, two girls, and a robot?. For a moment, Cletus thought they were just WEIRD bandits or offworlders…but something about them felt…off. He couldn't put his finger on it—

CRASH

He cringed when a fucking cyber mastif smashed through the window, grabbing a dwarf on the bar counter and shaking him around like a damn chew toy! All at once, the room exploded into chaos, each of the newcomers fighting in new and chaotic ways that told Cletus, at last, why they felt so off.

They were fucking House Orlock! The sort of guys who ate ganger like him for breakfast! Sometimes, quite literally, in the case of the failed cult ambush a while back.

Cletus ducked down behind the bar and covered his head, the bandit huffing and buffing as he watched a window get smashed out, the ganger using the opportunity presented and jumping out. He could see the shooting and mayhem transition outside, and he knew he had to get away, especially when the four Orlock's utterly obliterated the reinforcement vehicles.

He took off running and—

BAM

Cletus couldn't feel anything, but he was vaguely aware that he was on his back…and that he got hit by a bus. A bus that, amidst all the chaos, went unnoticed.

…it was a shitty way to die, but at least it beat being ripped apart by house Orlock.

Demi adjusted himself on the bus seat, resting his hands on his thighs as he looked to the three other guys he joined up with months ago, to find the Treasure? He didn't really remember her name. Didn't seem important. What was important was the three other Gangers he was with…well, for lack of a better word, weird as shite.

But, he learned pretty well in his travels that weird didn't mean bad…unless they were trying to kill him. Then weird meant bad.

"So," He rested his arm on the back of the seat and leaned over to look at the others. "We going to get house Delaques back? Or did I get on the wrong bus? Granted"

"I do not believe you are in the wrong spot, no," The robot spoke, Demi just now realizing he had a Cyber Mastif with him, the bot steady patting the creature as it nuzzled against his hand affectionately. "We all answered the call, for our own reasons."

"Uh-huh. Mind tellin' me why ya got a damn Cyber Mastif, though? Ain' they like…fuckin' shite to take care of?"

"Mr. Chew requires little maintenance."

"Huh…alright, and what 'bout you fine ladies? Ya in the right spot too?"

"I am, yes." Alex spoke up, casually leaning back in her seat, watching the scenery roll by. "Ia this your weird way of trying to rally us? Its not working, if ya ask me."

"Agreed, and you're wrong about us being on the wrong bus, If anything," Lady Jessikah cracked her knuckles, grinning as she looked back at her gang. "WE are the hunters, and everyone else in this city is our prey."

Demi took it back. He definitely liked this one.

They felt the bus come to a stop, the gang hopping off, they headed to their base, they had some planning to do.