Scott was already halfway through a bottle of whisky by the time Flynn found him at the auto shop he ran alongside his father. The senior McAllister man saw his son enter and just pointed to where Scott was sitting.

"I kept an eye on him." He assured him. "He was looking for trouble, I figured under the circumstances..."

"You probably did the best thing." Flynn interrupted him. "Thanks dad."

He went over to where Scott was sitting, arriving just as he downed another shot. He got himself a glass and grabbed the bottle.

"This is 25 year old single malt and you're tossing it back like cheap bourbon." Flynn chastised him. "You do realise that bottle is probably worth more than this business."

"Your dad said it would be alright." Scott commented.

"I can understand how you're feeling." He responded, casting a little look his dad's way. "I'm sure if something had happened to dad, I'd be in bits."

"You have no idea how I'm feeling Flynn, there's no way you could." Scott told him bluntly.

"Hicks gave you his word." Flynn reminded him. "He's good Scott, you know he is. If he says he'll find the guy..."

"He will find him." Scott interrupted him. "When he does, I'll make sure justice is done."

"You're not talking about Justice Scott, you're talking about vengeance." Flynn stated.

"I don't give a damn about the difference." Scott told him. "My dad's dead, and I swear, whoever's responsible is going to join him."

"You can't do that Scott!" Flynn warned him.

"You forget, I'm not a Ranger anymore." Scott told him as he got up and stormed out of the auto shop. Mr. McAllister came to his son's side.

"He's not coping is he?" He asked. Flynn just shook his head.

"I just hope that someone finds this bastard before Scott does something he can't come back from." He told his father.

In another area of town, in the Yo Yo Brother's headquarters, a boxing gym by the main reservoir, Eddie was in a cage, running through some training drills with a young prospect.

He was a big kid, a high school dropout with ambitions of being a player in the city. He had been brought to the club by one of the others after running a few low-level jobs on a freelance basis. Now, Eddie was just checking him out to see if he was ready for something more.

He smashed the kid against the side of the cage, before hammering him in the ribs with his knees. The kid slumped to his knees, at which he caught the kid with a roundhouse kick to the face, sending him to the floor. The kid just rolled around in pain as Eddie grabbed a towel.

"You've got a set kid." He complimented him. "You aren't afraid to take a hit. I could use a guy like you."

He gestured to one of his guys to help the kid up, at which he took him away to get cleaned up. Another guy came over, carrying a ledger.

"The protection payments are early this month." The guy told him. "The Truman thing got people scared."

"Well, never let it be said I object to getting paid early." He replied. "The heat's a little more than I'd like, but seriously, it's got the guys juiced. We're all ready for..."

Just then, a heavy black bag dropped from the ceiling. He looked up, seeing an open skylight, and a shadow moving away quickly.

"Find the son of a bitch!" He yelled. A couple of his hoods ran off to search for the assailant. He approached the bag, grabbing it and pulled it back. One of his boys approached as he saw the look on Eddies face.

"Boss...?"

"It's Clyde." He told him, reaching inside and pulling out a business card. His own brother, one of the most feared gangsters in Corinth had been killed. His anger flared as he looked at the business card. It was for the local race track.

"The Scorpions." He hissed angrily.

"Boss, do you really think...?"

"Maybe not, but I want to be sure." Eddie told him. "Put the word out. Any Scorpions on our patch, I want them here, and I want them to talk. If that fat so of a bitch killed Clyde, I'll ghost him myself!"

In another area of town, Maxie Carlyle, the leader of the Southtown Sweet Tooths came into a factory, finding Hicks and some of the military tearing the place up. His boys were just standing back and letting it happen.

"I trust you have a warrant Colonel Hicks." He asked arrogantly. It was, on the surface, a sweet factory, but appearances were deceptive. Everyone knew that this was the hub of Carlyle's drug manufacturing operation, but the military could do nothing about it without probable cause. Vasquez came across, handing Carlyle a document.

"You'll find everything is in order." She told him. "We're looking for evidence."

"You'll find nothing." Carlyle assured her. "I trust you will pay for any damages caused in this pointless search?"

"You can file a claim." Hicks told him as he pushed over a machine, smashing it into oblivion. "It'll be paid eventually."

"You arrogant, self-righteous..."

"Leave them to their search Jerry." Carlyle warned his enforcer. "We both know they'll find..."

"Sir, I think you'll want to take a look at this." One of the soldiers called out. Carlyle looked as confused as Hicks did hearing this. This storage room should have been empty, but when they got there, it was full of crates of military grade ordinance.

"It looks like you're stocking up for quite a party." Hicks said dryly.

"You planted that!" Carlyle sneered. "It'll never stick."

"You let us worry about that." Hicks told him. "Vasquez, read him his rights."

"It looks like you're calling that high price lawyer of yours." Vasquez commented as she pulled out a set of cuffs. "You have the right to remain silent..."

Ronan's car pulled up outside a building, and he got out, leaving his security detail inside. He turned to the building, checking his watch. As the bell rang, he smiled.

"Daddy!" A little girl called out as the kids started to run out of the school, having been released for the day. Ronan smiled as he saw little Kesha, his daughter, running towards him. He scooped her up in his arms, laughing as he did so.

"Are we going?" She asked him. He just looked to her feigning confusion.

"Going?" He asked. "Going where?"

"Daddy, you promised!" She whined. "You said if I got an A on my spelling..."

He just laughed.

"You fall for it every time." He chuckled. "So, are you ready to go to JKP?"

Just then, he heard something that caught his attention. A car was gunning its engine, screeching into the street.

"Daddy..."

As it skidded to a halt, some hoods fired from the windows. He managed to run into cover behind his car as children and parents all screamed in panic. Blaster shots sent concrete flying in all directions as he shoved his daughter through the window into the car. It was armoured, and he knew that was the safest place for her. His crew got out, one of them falling to blaster fire as the others joined him. One of his lieutenants handed him a blaster rifle.

They opened fire, at which the car sped away. He ran into the street, continuing to unload his blaster until the power pack overheated and stopped working.

"That cowardly piece of shit!" He screamed as one of his men joined him.

"Sir..."

"You saw the gunmen; you saw what they were wearing!" He called out. "That was the Scorpions!"

"But boss..."

"He came to her school!" Ronan snapped as he ran to the car. He opened the door, pulling Kesha out and hugging her tightly as she cried. "It's alright honey, daddy's here."

"Sir, do you really think...?"

"Call the others. Ronan ordered them. "He came after my kid! By the end of the night, I want that bastard's balls on my mantelpiece!"

At that point in time, his cell phone rang. He could hardly believe his eyes as he saw the caller ID. It was Spike Mike.

"What the hell do you want?" He asked.

"Bob just came after my kids!" Spike Mike informed him.

"You too?" Ronan asked him.

"Carlyle just got bailed a couple of hours ago, and Clyde's dead!" Spike Mike continued. Although they had been rivals, he understood what this was. "We're meeting at the foundry in an hour to discuss how we proceed."

"I'll be there." Ronan assured him. "We'll bury them together!"

Over at the race track, Fresno Bob was in his office, watching the news reports. He knew exactly what was coming.

He didn't know who was doing this, but he understood the tactics. Within one day, Clyde, one of the most prominent gangsters in Corinth had been murdered, the families of two of the cartels had been fired upon in broad daylight, and while he had been bailed, Carlyle had been imprisoned. The only cartel that had demonstrably not been targeted was his own. Someone was setting him up.

Benny came into his office, carrying a blaster.

"Bob..."

"If you even think the word hide, I'll slap you senseless." Bob warned him.

"I don't think you get it Bob, the others are going ape shit!" Benny stated. "It's only a matter of time before...!"

"I know what's coming Benny!" Bob assured him. "Someone's screwing with us, and I want to know who!"

Outside the dome, Jayden and Mia arrived at the expansion zone. Despite the funeral, Emily, Kevin and Mike had all been put to work, helping the expansion project. Kevin was using his power to force a torrential rainfall to fill the newest reservoir they had built, while Emily and Mike were working on the land and the crops.

Mike fell to his knees, clutching his head as he finished another field. He had germinated and started the process of getting some crops to grow. A few green shoots were pushing their way through the ground, accomplishing what would have taken weeks in a matter of hours, but it was a tremendous drain on him. Emily looked just as exhausted.

"Alright guys, I think that's enough for today." Jayden told them. "You don't want to stretch yourselves too thin."

"That's a pretty nice rainstorm." Mia complimented her fiancé as she wrapped her arms around Kevin.

"Yeah, but I'm completely wiped." He told her. "I swear, Mentor Ji would never give us a workout like this!"

Just then, Summer and Dillon arrived with some soldiers.

"Alright folks, that's it for today!" Summer called out. "Just get to the transports and do as you're told!"

"What's happening?" Jayden asked them. Summer looked to him with a concerned expression.

"The whole city's about to go up." She told him. "All of the cartels have been hit hard except for one."

"The Scorpions." Dillon told them. "To say the others aren't happy would be an understatement."

"So Bob did it?" Kevin asked.

"It looks that way." Summer told him. "Why...I really don't know. All I know is that the military's calling for a complete city-wide curfew. Anyone outside after dark..."

"This isn't good." Jayden replied. "Alright guys, let's help in any way we can."

As they left, one of the agricultural workers looked after them curiously.

"Say, did they look familiar to you?" He asked his wife.

"They've been working here all day Mike." Corinth's Emily reminded her husband as they boarded a transport vehicle. "You probably just saw them at lunch."

Corinth's Mia arrived back at the bar, finding the Man in White waiting with some of his men. They were all preparing blasters, ready for when the chaos ended.

"It's done." She told him.

"I saw the news, that's good work." He replied.

"So...what now?" She asked.

"We let things unfold." He replied. He had a long, white and red nodachi strapped to his back. He drew the cursed blade and smiled. "Once the cartels and the military are done with each other, Urumasa's thirst will be quenched."

"So, since it's all going down tonight, do I get to finally have a name?" She asked him. He stepped out of the shadows, flashing her a sick smile as he swept some blonde hair out his face.

"The other Samurai called me the Cursed Warrior." He told her. "You can call me Jayden."