Mordecai McCallahan heard the horn and looked out the window. The van was at the gate finally. This would be an interesting process. The Reverend and he had worked hard to set up the prison building. The cages were ready. The interrogation and torture rooms were equipped. The breeding rooms and the positioning equipment so the new property would be handled by the animals as well.<br/><br/>He had plans like Vegas had never seen.  It was all good, at least for his outfit. He pressed the cell to his lips.<br/><br/>"Reverend, the packages are at the gate. If you can break free lend a hand!"<br/><br/>Mordecai flipped the cell lid closed and put it back on his hip. He adjusted the shoulder harness of his 45 under his jacket. His glasses on and he was out the door as a brisk walk.  People should never run toward business. Business should always run toward you.<br/><br/>He had business with Hal.  A certain amount of neglect that Mordecai McCallahan couldn't tolerate. Gross neglect. Time for a good lesson for the new arrivals.<br/><br/>He watched the van all the way as he approached. It all looked good from here. He wouldn't really know until he got the full report.<br/><br/>"Hal, everything go okay?" Mordecai asked calmly. "Frank! Jonesy! How'd it go?"<br/><br/>