"I. . .think you've got the wrong guys." Derek said, feigning surprise. "Those aren't our names. I'm Terry Exen, he's James McFee."

"Really?" The policeman said. "Can I see some ID from both of you?"

"Sure." Derek flipped out his wallet and gave the officer his drivers license. Jerry followed suit with surprising ease.

The police officer examined both driver's licenses thoroughly, checking them as if looking for the marks of a fake. "Have you got records to back these?"

"Course we do." Jerry said.

"We'll be checking those out. If you'd like to step outside for a moment, Mr. . . .McFee, I'd like a statement about the accident."

"Okay." Jerry nodded, and the two of them stepped out.

"Dude, what are you doing here?" Jerry exclaimed. "And what's with the cop's uniform? You know Derek'll kill me if I talk to you again. Thank you." he added once he was handed back his phony (but very real looking) drivers' license. "Do you realize that I only recognized you because of your eyes? Derek didn't even notice!"

The "policeman" chuckled at Jerry's expression.

"Sorry, I just needed to know if everything was okay. Did he really not recognize me?"

"He doesn't, Luther, or you'd be a gonner by now. I can't tell you what I don't know."

"Then, what is Matthieu LaMensan doing here?" Luther demanded.

"It's totally unrelated, I promise. Now will you just get outta here, man?"

"I will, in just a second." He pulled three small vials from his pocket. "Give these to Derek. They're from Szodo and I. They'll help with his headaches."

"How did you know about-"

"Shut up. Cassandra's still willing to redeem him, if you know what I mean. I don't understand her. Derek would be a goner by now if anyone but her was our leader, and he knows it."

"But how long have you been tailing me?"

"Since you guys left town five years ago. But I just caught up with you now." Luther said as if it were an accomplishment.

"You can't do anything to us in a hospital, buddy. How do I know that these things won't kill him?"

"Ask him about the incident in Reinfeld Park when our team first assembled, and you'll understand."

Jerry blinked three times. "So this is a thing like. . ."

Luther said nothing, only shrugged his shoulders.

"Fulfill any debts you have so that nothing stands between you and a traitor. Sabre law." Jerry recited. "Derek told me about that. Is this one of those things, or do you actually feel sorry for him?" he asked.

"Tell Derek to consider that debt paid and full. We won't let you walk away next time, Extra." Luther fled the scene.

Jerry looked up, and saw someone lurking at the corner.

Someone a little bit familar. . . . .Wasn't that. . ?

Jerry forced himself back inside the room, trying to remain calm.

"What was that about?" Derek asked.

"Nothing. The guy had to leave. Some sort of emergency. Anyway, I told him he had the wrong guy, and I get that a lot." Jerry lied.

"Oh." was Derek's reply."Is that why he used our real names?" he asked, lowering his voice. Matthieu raised an eyebrow, as if amused.

"Dunno. Guess it was a mistake." Jerry shrugged his shoulders. "Told you it was the best." he added, tapping the ID.

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The world of gangs, clubs and societies is back. . .
It is a world which is, to the surprise of many, closer than you think:

Milanesque. . . .a city of fate, some call it. There reside many of the fiercest gangs, the craziest cults, short-tempered societies, surprsingly ordinary jobs, but very extraordinary lives.


2016, their world, their time:

Manfred no longer does influence and undercover. He now operates of his own accord, recording everything he does. His partners are always trying to catch up with him before he goes under the radar again.

Derek is going out of his mind. Somehow, during the St. James case, he ended up on the same end of the stick as Manfred and Jerry. But is there something more then Sabres and headaches tormenting him?

Jerry, as usual, has uncovered something huge. By accident. Since the St. James case, he has been trying to become a hacker, and is finally succeeding. But one day when he opens an encrypted file. . . .

Elle has gone from heiress to company owner/business tycoon in the making. Since the death of her aunt in 2011, she has taken charge of her nephews. But some turn of events send her to a small city just outside Milanesque, where she has resided in secret for six months with her nephews. As well as. . . ?

Cassandra LaMensan has risen to her latest challenge, having become the ultimate Sabre, and tracking every move of Manfred, Jerry and Derek. With the help of some rebellious Wreckers and her closest non-delegate subordinates.

Her brother, Matthieu, is rising in the Wrecker ranks and involving plenty of other partes in the "impending war" spoken of by John LaMensan five years before

John LaMensan himself, revealed as a Well-wisher in our previous story, has been doing his best to "keep his gang alive." When he gets a call from Manfred, he feels the least he can do is protect the legacy of a dying breed.

Jane has recovered from the trauma of the St. James case, and still keeps her position as Head Secretary of MTA and has even kept contact with Elle. What she doesn't know is what is happening right now. . . .

Our newest character, one Valerie Mason, is a bit of a puzzle. Mother of Cassandra and Mattheiu, although she hasn't seen them since before her incarceration nearly thirty-one years ago, she still thinks of them every day. She is hoping for a parole hearing when Manfred looks her up.

Tom Hoglund, who only plays a minor part in this story, has never found a good enough replacement for Manfred over the years. Although he regrets telling Manfred to leave, he also hopes that there will be some way to bring down the Sabres. Hatred for Cassandra has consumed and changed him over the years. His wife is dead. He is not a happy man.

updated Dec 29 '11 by xKatanaXIV