A good beginning makes a good end. - Louis L'Amour

In the last hour the war began between Krimson and whoever comes in his way to saving his mother. So far his beginning has been strong and he is doing everything right. Is it about time Krimson finally messes up? He has been winning in the ring a lot and has also been making the correct choices in his life but is it time for the winning to stop? We will find out over the next few hours but for now we will continue with...

The scene opens up inside of the club that we last saw Krimson in. The camera is focused on the other side of the door that Krimson was walking out when we left him. The door opens and Krimson walks out of the room followed by his Uncle Milo, both men carrying a stack of steel breifcases. Krimson turns around and looks at Milo who swings his head to the right signaling for his nephew to follow. Krimson nods as it is to loud for them to hear eachother. Milo begins to walk toward another door at the back of the club; Krimson following closely. Milo shoves the door open with his foot and the two men enter the room which is identical to the last room they where in. Milo places his stack on the table; Krimson doing the same.

Krimson - What are we doing Milo?

Milo - Getting the rest of our gear... Did you think we were gonna actually go into a fight carrying the breif cases, opening them when needed? If we did, we would be killed before we even got our cases open.

Krimson - And what did you have in mind Milo?

Milo smiles and then looks to his right at a closet. Milo walks over to the closet and flings the doors open revealing a coatrack filled with long black trench coats. Krimson smiles as his eyes widen. Krimson reaches to his side uncliping his cellphone from his belt buckle.

Krimson - I am definatly not carying all of this shit out to the guys, this isn't delivery... it's dejorno!

Milo just looks at his nephew with a blank stare as he dials a number into his phone.

Krimson - Yeah, I know... it was cheap, but I DON'T CARE!

Krimson hits the send button and holds the phone up to his ear.

Krimson - Dodd... Get all the boys and come into the club, ask the guy at the door for Bruno and he will take you where you need to go. Yep.. Okay... See you in a few minutes. Krimson closes his phone and clips it back to his holder. Okay Milo, they'll be here in a few minues so while we still have time, give me the rundown.

Milo pulls a coat from inside of the closet and throws it at Krimson.

Milo - Okay, so what we have here is your standard, long black trenchcoat right? Wrong... this coat is specially designed for everything we need. If you would please put the jacket on.

As Krimson begins to put the coat on the door opens and the rest of the gang enters the room.

Krimson - Glad to see you guys could make it here from the font of the club... if you will all have a seat; this is my Uncle Milo. Milo, this is Geoff Dodd, Deane Vile, Alex Worthstrom, Razor, and TJ Hix. Everyone search through the breif cases for the one that has your name on it while my Uncle breifs us on these trench coats...

Milo - Thank you Jaymz, now... As I was saying, this may look like an ordinary trench coat but if you will notice once you put it on there is a holster underneath that goes around your chest and gets clipped in front to not only hold the coat on but also to hold your weapons.

Dodd - Weapons?

Milo - Yes, weapons... if you will all open your breif cases at this time you will all get a look at your weapons and gadgets.

Razor - Oh man, I feel like I'm in a movie... I get to be James Bond!

Krimson reaches around and clips his built in holster around his chest. Krimson opens his breif case and begins filling the empty spots on his holster with his weapons. Krimson takes his current watch off and puts his high tech watch on as well as his specially made sun glasses.

Krimson - So that's it then?

Milo - Actually, your trench coat also serves as a bullet proof vest so you'll have some sort of protection. The outside is flame retardent and can withstand temperatures at low as 0 degrees ferinheit and as high as 400 degrees ferinheit.

Vile - This is fucking awesome!

Hix - It's better than my current trench, I just have that one for style...

Milo begins to hand out the coats as he puts his trench coat on. The rest of the gang suit up and start filling thier coats with the merchandise from inside of thier breif cases. Krimson tugs the edges of his coat and looks down at himself before smiling.

Milo - So how do you feel kid?

Krimson - All I have to say is payback's a bitch! Let's roll fella's.

Alex - Hold on... The camera turns to Alex who is seemingly caught up in his coat. I'm stuck!

Krimson walks over to Alex and helps him fix his coat before pulling him out the door, the rest of the gang following. Krimson walks out the door and begins walking through the groups of people, his being the only group to stay together. Krimson walks through a group of guys that appear to be a group of jocks and accidentaly pushes one out of the way with his shoulder.

Jock - Hey freak show, you got a fucking problem?

Krimson - I dunno fuck face... Krimson rases his arms in the air as if to say 'Want Some.' As he does the coat opens to reveal all of the weapons. Do we?

Jock - No sir, I'm sorry... I'll watch where you're walking next time.

Krimson puts his arms down and then nods before putting his hand up in the air and motioning for the group to keep going. Once the crew makes it though the crowed of dancing people they exit through the main entrance where all three vehicles still sit. Krimson walks toward his vet as he begins to direct.

Krimson - We all know who we are going with am I correct?

Milo - I am assumeing you?

Krimson - Well, you're riding with me... everyone else knows the rundown. Any questions before the war officially begins?

Krimson looks at the six other men before continueing to open his door.

Krimson - All right then, let's roll... Oh fella's... one more thing; Don't die.

With that all seven of the men chuckle and head to thier proper destinations while the scene fades to black.