Another night of shaking down criminals; The sweet ballet of blood and beatings.



Yaguro was more than used to it by now, but his young partner, Carmen, was still getting used to the whole thing. For starters, Yaguro learned she didn’t even have any sort of alibi, or even a job; Something he quickly rectified by getting her a position at the same convenience store he worked out.

It took plenty of convincing for his boss to bring her on, and even more for him to watch over her pair of ferrets; Their excuse was that there wasn’t anywhere else for the furry creatures to stay, and thankfully his employer bought it.



The next questionable decision Yaguro had helped her fix was to get her a costume; Something to actually hide her identity so she wouldn’t face retaliation. Simple dark black clothes, a hood and a mask were plenty to do the job.



A quick stop to drop her pets off, and they had already hit the streets, and were currently in the middle of delicately extracting information from a kindly gang member, who was polite enough to have a pleasant conversation with the duo.



“Please man, I’ve already told you everything I know!”

A brass knuckle laden fist flew past the gang member, who was dressed in a black leather jacket and jeans, and adorned with piercings all over his face. Landing in the brick wall behind him, Yaguro pulled his fist back.



“See, so far he’s only answered with stuff like ‘I don’t know’, or ‘I’m not high up enough to know that’. That means he’s more loyal to his boss than he is afraid of us.”



The lucky gang member was a member of the Eight-O’s. Small fish in a big pond, mostly unruly teens who just wanted to cause trouble for others.

“Are you fucking kidding me? What am I, a training exercise?” The gangster asked, offended that the helmeted vigilante wasn’t even paying attention to him, despite being in his clutches.

“Shut the hell up Mud.” Yaguro quickly shot back, pressing the thug further against the wall.

“Gangs like this think they’re all tight nit buddies, that if they’re in trouble, their crew will come bail them out.” Yaguro sounded like the world’s grittiest college professor, locking eyes with Mud as he continued to talk to Carmen.

“But I don’t see anyone coming to save you, Mud.”

Mud gulped in fear, sweat already pouring down his brow. He looked around the dark alley, almost as if he expected some of the other members of his crew to miraculously appear.

“Yeah, well you wouldn’t get it cause you’re some fuckin reject loser who isn’t even tough enough to become a hero…”

This earned him a swift gut punch as a reward.

“You’ll wish I was a hero by the time I’m done with you. Or have you forgotten what steel tastes like?” Raising his free fist up to Mud’s mouth, he reeled back, ready to punch at a moments notice.

“Fine! Fine! Cue Ball doesn’t hang at Urchin Lair anymore, I think everyones having a get together at a warehouse across town, but that’s really all I know!”

Yaguro sighed, finally content with his answer.

“See? You need to let fear set in. Whaddya think, should I tap him out?” He asked Carmen, letting her look into Mud’s fearful eyes and having her decide the fate of the guys teeth.