In the main hideout, there the five members of The Fans.

Ash is sitting on a small green couch, Mark's large frame is sitting a cushion apart from him.

Corey just stands there between the green couch and the larger grey couch, where Tony is sitting. Alex just leans on the wall across from Corey.

"So, we're going somewhere special tonight, eh?" Tony asks, already itching to kill some thugs.

"Yeah, my friend Jack told me about this place down on NW 184th ST..." Ash chimes up. "A real shithole. The whole building's occupied by junkies and lowlifes."

"Kinda like this place, huh?" Mark jokes, inspecting one of his MP5s.

"Fuck you Mark." Ash retorts before getting back on topic. "Anyway, his sister's been hanging out with these assholes. Hasn't been home for weeks, he figured we'd get her home. And teach her friends a lesson..."

"Wait, we're doing house calls for your friends now, are we?" Tony cuts in, sipping his beer. "I didn't sign up for this being a hero bullshit."