Somehow he had known. As soon as he was told about the fight transpiring between Church and a Runner from Sector Y, Henry knew it would descend into some sort of trouble. That's why he had brought his trusty crowbar. The fight itself went along calmly enough, as much as boxing matches can. Sure there was the occasional banter matches between opposing supporters, but nothing massively bad. Henry, being the quiet mild-mannered man he was, chose not to get involved. But his eyes were mainly fixed on Sector Y instead of the bout.

 Still, when it all did kick off, as he felt it eventually would, he barely moved. In fact, he tried not to get involved. This went well until he saw some bastard right hook Kenna on her arm and send her clattering to the floor. At that point Henry threw himself wholly into the fray, barreling through the hysteria just to reach the culprit, instantly delivering a cracking strike to their rib cage upon getting close enough. The poor guy never saw it coming. His friend, however, had, and proceeded to thump Henry in the left eye. And surely enough it had left a bruise. That was nothing compared to the dislocated shoulder Henry had left him with though. As the riot raged on, Henry found himself with a split lip and ringing ear. But he hurtled on regardless, like a bull in a china shop, swinging his crowbar wildly. As things calmed down he had to be restrained in order to stop, apparently kicking and growling (though he doesn't remember that part). But stop he eventually did, panting wildly.

 Henry was lucky. Had his rampage occurred in a smaller riot it would have been more noticeable. But the sheer scale of the brawl hid his little spree from most people, except for those effected or those who might care to keep an eye on him. And so, the next day, Henry simply got on with his simple routine. His left eye was now surrounded by a lovely purple circle, his lip was still split, his nose covered by a bandage and his ear still ringing a little. But aside from that he couldn't complain. It was strange, he thought, how calm everything was so suddenly afterward, as if no-one was holding a grudge against anyone anymore. That probably wouldn't last though. It never did.

 As he busied himself with some rudimentary cleaning and a little bit of a training warm-up, Henry's ears picked up the distinctive tones of his Sector leader bellowing out. The man's head perked up, as a dog's might when its owner whistles. In a matter of seconds Henry had dropped what he was doing and bounded out of their living quarters. He arrived, albeit in last place again, in time to see two unfamiliar faces joining their little group. Silently he stalked up to the side of the rest of his Sector and stood rigidly, his cap shadowing the top half of his face, trusty face mask hanging limply around his neck and jacket undone. Henry shot some curious glances around, trying to see how much damage had been done to his teammates during the previous day's fiasco, before finally settling on Church.

 He awaited news of their new purpose.