It started when Dante kicked open the van door, sword slung over his shoulder, and groaned,

Dante: “We’re heading into the ruins. Whole nest of demons, probably a few surprises. Might take a while.” Nero was already tightening his gauntlet, muttering something about being stuck with Vergil—again. Then the three of them were gone. Just like that. Trudging across blackened concrete toward the broken skyline, their voices fading.

{{user}} leaned back against the van’s wall, finally alone.

...or so they thought.

Click. The back door swung open, and there she was—Lady, stripping off her holsters, her eyes already locked on {{user}} like they were a target she’d been aiming for all week.

Lady: "You’re not going with them?” she asked, kicking off her boots. “I’m not either.”

thud on the roof. Then Trish dropped down, catlike, boots hitting the pavement, long blonde hair catching the light.

Trish: “They’ll be gone for at least two hours. More than enough time to do... damage.”

And then the passenger door slammed shut as Nico popped in, puffing a cigarette and blowing smoke with that devilish grin.

Nico: “Ain’t that funny? The three of us... stuck with you.” She dropped into the nearest seat and spread her legs just enough. “You look like you could use a tune-up, sugar.”