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THE DOGS OF HELL gang members loaded their supplies into their truck. They had just gotten a shipment of weapons from a recently allied group, the Black Knife Cartel. They undoubtedly believed the partnership would last and become a great one.

One young man, Trevor, was with his colleague and older fellow named Gavin. Trevor had been under the man's wing the last month as a new inductee into the motorcycle gang. Gavin, the more seasoned member, showed him the ropes, all while displaying as much tough love as he could.

"You gotta stack 'em this way," Gavin told Trevor as he pointed at the items inside the crate. "Boss doesn't like it when it looks sloppy."

Trevor nodded. "How does he react when it is?"

"Trust me. You don't want to know."

The two continued moving crates with the rest of the team at the warehouse. Things went along normally, and Trevor decided to spark conversation despite Gavin always saying he hated talking about stuff other than business. Trevor was growing on him, so he allowed it this time.

"I'm surprised we're able to unload these...without any pushback by, well, anybody."

"We're lucky. After that spandex-wearing freak seemingly vanished, business started booming. Sure, there's the Devil up in Hell's Kitchen...a few others around the borough, but they seem to have their own problems."

"Right," Trevor replied. "Makes you think...he really did a lot, huh?"

Gavin nodded. "He did. So good thing he's gone."

The Dogs of Hell kept up their task. Gavin stopped to take a break, wiping the sweat off his face and taking out his radio.

"We got more outside in the truck?" He asked but didn't get a response. "Hank?"

After some time, there was still no reply. Gavin scoffed and put his radio back on his belt.

"Asshole. Hank probably left his walkie in the truck." He remarked to Trevor, then spoke to a nearby biker. "Go see if there's any more crates."

The man nodded and walked out of the warehouse through a side door. Trevor picked up another crate and was going to load it into the van, but suddenly...all lights in the building went out. The gang members looked around in bewilderment.

"What the hell?" Gavin questioned.

His radio sounded, and the man who had just left started to speak.

"Gavin! Gavin! Hank's down! G—"

His voice cut off. Gavin grabbed his walkie and spoke into it.

"Say that again? Hello? Hello?!"

Suddenly, the gang member from outside was flung through the door, and he rolled across the ground. The several Dogs of Hell bikers looked on before grabbing their weapons, ranging from bats and crowbars, with Gavin picking up the assault rifle nearby.

Trevor was in shock and terrified. He backed away and got near the truck as they all looked at the man's unconscious body and the ajar door. Suddenly, a shadow seemed to slip inside through the door into the dark warehouse with them.

Gavin immediately fired his rifle at basically nothing. A man picked up a flashlight and tried to find the assailant, but the dark blur was too fast and slippery.

One gang member was pounced on, letting out a shout before being taken down. The man's colleague could see him nearby and tried to swing his bat at him, but the assailant dodged and kicked the biker with so much force that it sent him crashing against the truck Trevor was near.