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From the moment word came down from The Cowl, all Hell was breaking loose in Lost Haven. The Shroud Syndicate was out to make a statement, and every single member of the organization, including the so called “sub contractors” were out on the streets doing just that. Throughout the city, agents of The Cowl, and their own subordinates were on a one night reign of terror. It was a sight reminiscent of the famed “Devil’s Night” tradition in 1970’s Detroit. In parts of the city fires raged, illuminating the night sky for miles around.

Charlie Packard and his partner, Danny James didn’t know exactly why they were told to cause so much damage, and they didn’t much care. They knew that their employer worked for some big shot, but until recently, they had no idea just how big of a player he was. Though they didn’t know the name of their boss’ employer, or the Shroud Syndicate itself; they were ensured that they were in league with the most powerful criminal organization in the Western Hemisphere, let alone Lost Haven herself. It was because of this that they finally felt as if they had become important, they had finally arrived. With their newfound status, they also had a viciousness that they had previously lacked. They pillaged with a ferocity that they had only imagined was possible, ransacking stores, taking everything they could, and burning what they couldn’t. 

As violent as they were, Charlie and Danny were also prone to boredom. They quickly grew tired of looting and found themselves wanting more of a challenge. Their predatory nature took over, and soon found themselves looking for live prey. They didn’t care much who their victims were, they just wanted to hurt somebody, anybody. Fortunately for them, they did not have to wait long. 

“Well, lookey what we got here.” Charlie whistled at a young couple as they walked down the street, clearly trying to get away from the chaos in the city. The young lovers were a good looking couple, which caused Charlie to take an immediate disliking to them. 

Charlie and Danny stepped toward the couple, blocking the pair’s path. 

“Where d’ya think yer goin’?” Danny asked, taunting the pair. 

“Get out of the-“ The young man said before Charlie pistol whipped him, knocking him unconscious before he could finish his sentence. The young woman let cried out in terror as she watched her lover fall to the ground unconscious. 

Charlie then grabbed the young woman by her chestnut colored hair and pulled her close to him.

“Now we’re gonna party.” He said as he began guiding her toward a nearby ally. The young woman struggled, but was quickly overpowered by the two larger men. Even though she was outmatched, she didn’t give up, she continued to fight to get free, even as the men pulled her into the darkened cover of the ally.

Suddenly, the loud roar of an engine filled the air, and the bright light of a pair of headlights illuminated the ally way. For a moment Charlie, Danny, and the woman seemed to forget their struggle as they watched a sleek black supercar race toward them, and then just as suddenly come to a grinding halt in front of them. The front of the car opened, and a black clad man sprung from the open windshield, striking Danny with a flying right hand that sent the thug crashing against the ally wall with a thud. 

Charlie forgot about the young woman and charged at the feline themed attacker, swinging with a wild roundhouse right which was easily blocked. Lyger hit Charlie with a chop to the throat and then followed it up with a hard kick to the chest. The sound of breaking ribs could be heard as they echoed off the ally walls, and before the pain of the broken bones could register in Charlie’s brain, Lyger dropped him with a left cross. 

“Get him, and get home.” Lyger said as he turned his head toward the frightened young woman, before lifting Charlie back up to his feet.

“Oh, you…you’re in a world o….of shit now. D…Do you know who we work for?” Charlie sputtered on between pained breaths.

“Yeah, I know who you work for, and I want you to give him a message for me.” Lyger said.

“Oh…oh yeah? And what’s…what’s that?”

“I’m coming for him.” Lyger told him simply.

“Yeah, haha…ah fuck…haha. And who the hell are you?” Charlie laughed despite the pain.

“They call me Lyger.” He said as he struck Charlie again with a straight right hand, rendering the thug unconscious.