"Fuuuuck you!!!" Heck screamed at the top of his lungs as the horde of synthetic werewolves charged at him. He held the triggers of his automatic pistols down and sprayed the attacking crowd with silver-oxide bullets into their chests and heads. There were many though, and soon Heck had to utilize the super-reflexes his techno-enhanced exo-skeleton provided by his battle armor. He hit the dumpster next to him and leapt off of it , firing down at the amassing group of thrashing pseudo-' Thropes'.<br/><br/>Heck's peripherals caught Haize'ls escape out of the alleyway but then lost track of the object of his obsession. This was actually good, as he could finally focus on the battle at hand. Heck forced his attentions onto the matter at hand; his natural killing skill honed in and he fired until both his handguns were emptied. The result wasn't in question, these assassins weren't trained for killing, they were just apt at it. Heck was a killing machine and now that he wasn't distracted he did what he did best.<br/><br/>The smoke started to clear and Heck finally landed on the ground long enough to survey his damage. 10 synth-thropes lay dead in the alleyway; it was the best possible end they could hope for in Heck's mind. He strode off toward his car, he hope that Haizel would be sitting in his front seat waiting for him but instead found the empty pleather seat instead. Heck's heart dropped, "FUCK ME!" He cried out in anger.<br/><br/>He was ready to collapse in anger when he found the not attached to his windscreen. "It seems as though you have left me with questions. 1 o'clock tonight, along the outskirts. -Haizel"  it read.  Heck crumbled the hand written letter up to his heart before he caught glimpse of 'Carrion' down the block.<br/><br/>Heck took off at full speed, he hit the pseudo-werewolf-pimp at about 50 MPH, crushing him into the brick wall behind the terrified 'judas'