The Hound and his gang was standing side by side in solemn silence, the fire casting long, flickering shadows over their faces. They were down by the docks, in a warehouse district, and most of them were casually leaning against barrells with some unknown content.<br/>"I must admit, the fire is rather pretty, as long as you are on a safe distance from it," Pretty Boy finally said.<br/>"Yeah, look at the fucker run around!" Beowulf bellowed, laughing so hard he was almost choking. "You really outdid yourself this time, Ratbreath." Steiner took a bow and giggled in glee.<br/>"Thank you, thank you. He may have been pathetic as a vampire, and totally useless as an informer, but he has finally found his calling as a torch. That smell, those colors! Pure poetry in motion!" Beowulf turned to look at the little pyromaniac.<br/>"That was beautifull man, like poetry and shit. They should put that on his tomb stone."<br/>"He's been running around quite awhile now though," Pretty Boy said. "He's engulfed in flame, shouldn't he be like all dust and ashes by now?"<br/>"Those Ventrue wankers can be pretty tough," the Hound said, finally speaking up. "He's dead, just give him time to realise it." Beowulf snickered.<br/>"Hehehe. Ventrue wankers...It's funny cause it's true!"<br/>"Anyway, this will make everyone think twice about feeding us the wrong information. Gino just might serve us better in death than he ever did in...oh fuck, he's coming this way!"<br/>The whole gang scattered as the burning vampire came running their way, howling in agony and flailing with his arms. He colapsed into the barrels the gang had been leaning against, tipping them over, some of them leaking on the ground. Nothing happened for a couple of seconds, then the whole place blew sky high, sending barrels raining down over an area of several city blocks.<br/><br/>Later, after the gang in pure panic had franticly put out the fire in their own clothes, the Hound glared at Steiner.<br/>"Steiner, what the hell was that place?" Even through his gasmask, you could tell that the small man was looking a bit sheepish.<br/>"Well...you see, uh, boss...it's the place were I use to pinch my gasoline..." They all stared at the little pyromaniac in disbelief, untill the Hound finally snapped.<br/>"You mean you took us to some sort of gasoline storage facility to do our burning!?" Steiner looked really embarassed now.<br/>"Well, it seemed convenient, being so close to the gasoline and all..." This time Steiner saw the blow coming, he ducked under it and ran away shrieking, the Hound hot on his heels.<br/>"Hehehe," Beowulf chuckled, "I love this gang so much that if we were made out of chocolate I swear I would eat us all right this second." Pretty Boy gave him a strange look but said nothing, letting the comment slide and focused on the excellent thrashing that was about to take place before their very eyes.