<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/55/d0/f9/55d0f955d336bef5cbf32c55aa45e728.jpg)</div>Location(s): Frank's House and Shop.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Frank's first indication that there was trouble in Vegas was his phone going off at 3:30 in the morning. A few people had his cell phone number and knew that calling was only for emergencies.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh my god, Frank. They burnt down the clubhouse. They torched the place and ambushed the guys when they came out. We got five dead and three wounded. Worse, most of the heavy stuff was in the clubhouse. There are cops and fire all over the place. They are probably going to find and seize most of our weapons."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"It's the werewolves - the Hell Hounds. We tagged a couple of them with the silver bullets you made for us. We're gonna need your help. Can you get us guns, explosives, maybe a flamethrower?"</strong><br/><br/>Just how deep the crap was likely to get became apparent when a half-dozen people in Hell Hound leathers showed up at his shop that morning. They were led by a young man barely in his twenties. The young man looked Frank up and down disdainfully,<strong>"Frank Parker. They say you killed my dad. You don't look like much old man. If it was up to me, I'd gun you down and save everyone a load of trouble. The boss said to deliver a message, not kill you. The message is that stay out of this war old man. The Marauders are going down"</strong><br/><br/>The man smiled as he got off his bike,<strong>"Message delivered. The boss said I shouldn't kill you, but he didn't say anything about roughing you up."</strong>He flexed his hands. It was plain he intended to administer a beating to Frank.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>"What Does Frank do?"</strong></div>