Minneapolis, Minnesota
“Hard Edge” Maxwell Drake is walking down the sidewalk of a busy downtown street. He is watching as a blonde girl in a schoolgirl outfit is walking about two blocks ahead of him. He keeps pace while staying exactly two blocks behind as they walk.
He watches as another man gets inbetween the two of them, though it’s hard to tell with the amount of people that he is looking at the girl too. He’s dressed in torn blue jeans, a tshirt with a metal band, and chains everywhere. He begins to follow as well. Keeping a block between him and the girl.
Maxwell gets out his smartphone and sends a quick text message. The girl walking ahead of him checks her smartphone and turns down a dark alleyway between two buildings. The man between them picks up his pace to get to the alleyway before he loses her, and Maxwell picks up his pace as well.
Maxwell rounds the corner into the dark alleyway as he sees the man grabbing the girl from behind. He puts on hand over her mouth and slips the other hand up her skirt. She is fighting back, but can’tmatch his strength.
Man - Boys! We got a live one here tonight! Come on out!
Four other men come out of hiding behind dumpsters and buildings. They walk until they surround the girl.
First man - Come on now, honey. You’re the one dressed as a schoolgirl. You know you wanted this.
Maxwell pops open a small holster off of his belt and draws out a throwing star. He throws it with a flick of his wrist and it sticks into the side of the first man’s neck.
First man - Ouch! What the fuck?
He releases the girl and spins around to see Maxwell Drake standing there.
First man - Get him!
The four men fan out and begin advancing on Maxwell while the girl grabs hold of the throwing star in the side of the first man’s neck and rips it out to bring a wellspring of blood shooting from him like a fountain. His eyes nearly bulge from his head as he realizes the danger, and his hand goes to his neck to uselessly try to staunch the flow of blood. He drops down to his knees, blood flowing hot and fast through his fingers.
Maxwell draws a riot baton as the men draw closer. He swings hitting each of the front two in the temple as they rush him, knocking them to the side. He kicks another one in the gut as he hits a hidden button to turn the baton into a switchblade. He brings the blade up into the last guy’s belly in an upward angle so that he can slip the blade under the ribcage and into the man’s heart.
He rips the weapon out of the dead man and spins, catching one of the first men across the throat with the blade and slamming the blade to the handle in the eye of the other front man.
The man who he kicked in the gut sees all of this and decides that he needs to run. Maxwell sighs, drawing a revolver, and deftly shoots the man in the back of the head as he runs. He looks around to see that all five of the men are dead and walks over to the girl.
Maxwell Drake - Are you alright, Veronica?
Veronica dusts herself off, smoothing out her skirt.
Veronica - That was a bit close there, man. Got my money?
Maxwell Drake - Sure. Though I shouldn’t have to, seeing as I did you a service by getting rid of the Chain Gang off the streets.
Veronica - You promised me five hundred bucks.
Maxwell pulls a roll of bills out of his pocket and tosses it to her. She catches the money and sniffs it.
Veronica - This will replace my cosplay uniform that’s all bloodstained.
Maxwell Drake - Cosplay?
Veronica shoots Maxwell a dark look.
Veronica - Never you mind.
Maxwell looks like he’s going to say something when his phone signals that he’s got a text message and then another. Maxwell motions for her to go away and gets out his phone to look at the texts that are from Samuel Madison.
Maxwell Drake - A battle royal and a chance to get revenge? Shit, I’m down.
Veronica - Revenge against whom?
Maxwell gives her a strange look.
Maxwell Drake - Didn’t I tell you to go away?
Veronica - Tell me who you’re getting revenge against at a battle royal and I will go.
Maxwell sighs and flips through his phone to pull up several pictures that he places side by side.
Maxwell Drake - Kat Hale, Tetsuo Oni, and Zolothach humiliated me and my tag team partner when we were working for that little fool, Morgan Decker. Now’s the chance to balance the scales. They are going to get beaten and thrown over the top rope quickly.
Veronica - First you help a women and then you put them down? You are a stange one.
Maxwell just shrugs with a smile.
Maxwell Drake - Best I can do. Now beat it.
Maxwell grabs his weapons from the scene and walks out of the alleyway, whistling as he walks.
