A young boy ran though the slums of Shantytown and "The lady demands your blood!" Were the words that rang after him. The boy ran as fast as his young body would allow him, but it all proved for not when he met a dead end at the end of an ally. The fear in the child's eyes, as the large hooded figure slowly made it's way towards him, could only be compared to that of an animal's seeing the predator move in for it's killing strike. The shadowy figure removed a steely blade from it's back that was neatly settled behind a large coffin which was engraved with the late Lady Comstock. "Your blood shall help wash away the filth of the city..." The figure said in a raspy whisper as it lumbered it's way to the boy, a flock of crows slowly starting to gather around the two. "And my blade shall be the instrument of it's release!" The hooded thug roared before raising it's sword above it's head for a blow that would of undoubtedly ended the boy's brief life. But much to the fortune of the child the crows that once seemed to obey the figure let out a series of bloodcurdling screeches before dive bombing the dark clothed brute. "Aw, my children what is it that drive you to such madness?!" The figure bellowed as it tried to swat away his former "children". It did not take long for the would be murderer to notice a new person at the end of the ally, one that was also masked though only partially. "You?! You dare use my own children against me?!" The hooded figure shouted while knocking away a crow that was trying to peek out his eye. "I'll kill you!" It roared before lunging at the masked man at the other end of the litter filled ally. But when the hooded figure's blade should of made contact with the masked man, who made no effort to move from his spot, he diapered into a murder of crows. "Wh-What?! How did you? Wait... it's you! The Dreaded Crow!" The figure managed to stammer out before the masked man reappeared behind it and quickly ran his own sword across it's throat. With a final wet gasp the hooded thug feel to the floor limp. Turning to the boy the masked man pulled down his mask revealing a calm smile. "Hello William. Do you got what I asked for?" He said in the smooth voice of a man who didn't just commit a murder. With a jitter nod the boy, now known as William, reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumbled up piece of paper. "I-I do mistah. Got it off t-the wall like you told m-me to." The boy stuttered out before shakingly handing the man the wadded up paper. "Good job William. Now here go get yourself a nice meal." The man said still in the same smooth voice while handing William a purse of Silver Eagles. The boy grew a toothy smile, though he was missing a few, as he took the purse. "Thank ya mistah! Thank ya so much!" He said before hurrying out the ally, though he took extra care to inch by the body of his former assaulter. "Smart kid. Got to remember to use him again." The man said with a smirk before unwrapping and smoothing out the paper he was given. "The Songbird flies where the soldiers fight. Join him in protecting Columbia." He read to himself before folding and tucking away the poster. He drew his mask back up before heading out the ally, stepping on the still warm corpse of the former Crow. Leroy now knew where he was heading and he hoped when he arrived at Soldier's Field that the rest of the Order would be there already.