[b]Windsor,North Carolina; Just outside of OBR territory[/b]

"Please don-" A bang rang out as a man on his knees was shot in the head dropping to the cracked asphalt street while behind him was the smoldering ruins of the town. "Why can't any of these fools tell me where it is! I didn't travel half of the damn country for nothing!" A dark haired man in a trench coat yelled out loud. All around him were heavily armed soldiers dressed in full military gear including assault rifles. Windsor was burning to the ground mixing in perfectly with the clear sunset. It was an eerily quiet as they lined up the last prisoner in front of the mysterious man. 


"Alright lets go through this again. My name is Rex. I will kill you without a second thought. So do you know of a Vault around here boy?" He said pointing his silver revolver now dotted with brain goo and blood at the prisoners head.

"Yea...Yea I know where a vault is! Its just south of here in Swans Quarter I was working their till some girl made some shit to open it! Please don't kill me!" A battered dirty old man said to him. 

"Thank God! Someone knows where a vault is around here. Newman let this man go...after leaving our departing gift." He smiled as a burly man grabbed the prisoner and started to crave an arrow into his chest. Screaming pain came from the old man as Rex walked away grabbing a cigarette from his inside pocket and lighting it from a burning wood pile. 

"Boys we are heading to Swans Quarter!" He said.