Jake was sitting around, enjoying a morning smog haze with two of his men, Slick and Duke. The haze wasn't half bad and the slithering shapes of mist were comforting as well as dangerous as they hid many dangerous creatures. After a few hours Duke said, "Boss, I hear something out there" and drew his autogun. Slick followed suit and readied his shotgun. Jake, with his boltgun, began to scan the rubble below for signs of activity. After a moment, they saw what looked like a Malcadon suit blur past, to under the shaky ruins they stood upon. Slick belted out a shout to warn the other gangers in the ruins just out of sight. Duke and Slick ran to block the two ladders leading to their platform, frustrated that the bugger wasn't giving them a clear shot. A Yeld type suit also appeared amongst the ruins farther off and began hopping from ruin to ruin as it approached. The two pieces of fresh meat, Shifty and Ronald appeared from the boundary of the mist and began to close in and run to assist. Suddenly the Malcadon rushed up a ladder and attacked Duke. Duke was surprised and couldn't rattle off a shot at it. He managed to fight it off and stab it a couple times to no effect. As the Yeld and the two juves approached, Jake and Slick screamed defiantly as they leaped into the Malcadon's fray with knives whirling and pistols blazing. The Malcadon spun around quickly and cut down Duke and Slick before they knew what happened. Their forms moaned as their life's blood seeped through their clutching fingers. But while the malcadon's attention was on these foes, Jake's knife and stub gun viciously tore into his back. The Malcadon collapsed quickly after a short scream. Seeing this, the Yeld turned around and hopped away swiftly. With the juve's and Jake's help, Slick and Duke were able to walk away from there back to the camp and get patched up. Their walk was in silence as they each contemplated the fierce enemy they had just encountered. This was their third battle against these strange armor suits seeming to be born of hellfire and brimstone. This time was different though, there seemed to be only two now, when last there was five. They felt good that they had managed to drive these underhive demons off this time, unlike their last fights. But those are thoughts for old men drinking in the underhive bars and not for those whose lives are constantly on the line in this decaying hive city.
