Johnny walked up the back alley stepping in and out of the shadows. The tall buildings eclipsed most of the moonlight. Saint and Shank followed close behind. The three strolling through the dark like haunting apparitions, an ominous air surrounding them. Their weapons in hand, their clothes splatter and dirty from the events of their evening. Behind them walked a handful of their best most trusted fighters of both Saint’s and Shank’s troops.
Mace stepped out of his car taking his weapon from his lap he began loading it. Utterly calm he leaned against the door watching the legends approached. Johnny stopped in front of Mace, and the young thug stood up looking the Veteran in the eye. Face to face he stood his ground fearless and strong. “Are you going to go through with this?” Johnny asked
