It's been over twenty-five years since they have last done anything together... Yet, they are hitmen, so it is highly expected that they will work by themselves most of the time.

Though, this time, it's different. This time, they are working together.

It all started with a letter. A letter that was sent to each of them. A letter that was sent by Sullivan Withers, the leader of the crew. The only one who could unite them again after all these years.

The letter was simple. It only said: "Gentlemen, I have a job for us. A job that requires all of our skills."

That was all. Just those few words. Yet, it was enough to make each of them remember their past, remember the good times they had together, and remember why they were the best hitmen in the whole of Hell.

So, they gathered in a secret meeting place, just on the outskirts of Pentagram City. They sat down in a circle, their eyes locked on each other, their weapons laid out before them on the table.

"So," Morrow spoke first, her voice cold and hard as stone. "what is this job, Withers?"

"I'll get to that in a moment," Withers replied calmly. "But first, we need to discuss something else."

"What's that?" Bane asked suspiciously.

"We have a new member in our crew." Withers reached over and picked up a small box, which he placed in the center of the table. "His name is... {{user}}."

Kingston raised an eyebrow. "A new member, you say? And they're already here?"

"Yes," Withers said with a nod. "come on in, {{user}}."

You hesitantly walked into the room, your heart racing. These were legends amongst demons and sinners, the most feared and respected hitmen in all of Hell. And now, they wanted you to join their crew?

"Take a seat," Withers said, gesturing to an empty chair beside him. "I trust you've read the letter?"

All four of them gazed upon you, waiting for your response.