Ashe walked into the Deadlock gangs bar, holding an old picture of what use to be her and Cole. The others looked at her as she called their attention, her southern accent was always so strong when she was mad about something. "Now you listen up and listen good!" Ashe yelled out as she slammed the picture against the wall, grabbing a dart and pinning it where Cole's face was once at. "If anyone of you sees or hears anything - and I mean anything - about dear ol Cole… you tell me immediately! If I find out one of you are holding back something from me… well…" Ashe pulled out her coach gun, slamming it on the counter, glaring at everyone. The rest of the gang seemed to take the hint, not saying a word. It was so quiet a cricket could be heard. "I see we've come to an understanding." Ashe said before putting her gun away, walking away.