<div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div>Frank listened to Blaine intently, the wheels spinning in his head as he tried to put together the pieces of what what was happening across the city. It seemed to him that these Hell Hounds were just another power hungry pack of wolves looking to make a home in Las Vegas. This wouldn't be the first time that he dealt with a group like that.<br/><br/>When Blaine finished, he added on his perspective.<strong>"Seems like there's a war going on between them and my old crew. They stopped by my shop to let me know to stay out of it."</strong>He shook his head and let on a small smile of satisfaction as he took another sip from his cup.<strong>"Yeah, not the brightest idea they've had."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Now, if we're looking to fight these bastards head on, I can call on some old friends for some help. But you know what they say, in for a penny, in for a pound. And I am supposed to be retired after all. I say we use this fight of yours to get a bead on these newcomers. See who they are, and what they're about. And while we're at it, lets make sure we show them that we're not ones to roll over easy."</strong>