Lance gave a knowing nod as the civilians began to gang up on and subsequently assault the punk for dine and dashing. Maybe there was light after all.

No, he thought to himself. He may have helped here, but the war.... the war went on.

Game Warden turned the keys in the ignition and put the shift into drive, continuing his quest for vengeance. Reaching into the side compartment, he pulled out a photo and taped it to the dashboard. On it was his next target. The war would continue soon, and the streets would run red with the blood of his enemies. Days of planning would culminate in this next attack. He had been silent but the enemy would know now of his presence. Pulling around to the back of the restaurant, he pulled the shovel from his trunk and dug under the bushes next to the dumpster, retrieving a duffel bag from a large box buried in the ground. Placing them back in the trunk, he set down the crowded Neo-Tokyo streets.

The battle would start soon. And battles are just notable bumps in the war.