Meanwhile, the three members of the Kings of Blood that were told to track down that wannabe were overlooking what was apparently his hideout. It was packed with heavily armed guards. "Fuck, man. How did such an upstart get so much weaponry?" one of the men said. He was a giant of a man, 6'5" and built like a bull. But he was smart enough to know when to back away and this was it. "We can't go in there, we'll be turned into a bloody mess!" One of the other men speaks up "I'd rather be a bloody mess then deliver bad news to the boss, George. There's gotta be a way to get to him somehow." The last one, a rather scrawny young man, says "This doesn't seem right. There's only one man that can get this kind of firepower... and that's Mr. Smythe." "Shut up, benjie. You're a god damned coward. Let's wait the bastard out and see if he gets in range of my rifle." "He told us to bring the fucker's head to the client on a pike" "Shut your god damned mouth, smartass. I don wanna be here either, but we have job to do. A job that pays the bills and then some." They all chuckle a little. They don't know how John does it, but the guy always pays them off for a job well done, even if it's just a beggar that someone is annoyed at. But who were they to complain? Money is money, and neither of the three minded getting their hands filthy with blood.