Logan stepped up to his boss, speaking. “What is this months assignment?” He asked, knowing it must have something to do with the rising number of Dusk Demons, the Dawn Devils rival gang. He was a Dawn Devil from birth, as was obvious by his bright orange handkerchief around his neck.

“Kill any trespassing Dusk Demons.” His boss said, almost making him object. He couldn’t! The whole of Las Vegas teetered on the hope that bothers gangs get along!

Still, he simply bowed obediently and took to the streets, slipping through the alleys closest to No-Man’s-Land, where Dusk Demons were most likely to trespass.