Moments had passed since the brutal streetfight between Rex and Reich had ended. A few patrons as well as the ref had managed to extricate Reich from the twisted pieces of the windshield and had laid him on a makeshift board. He was vaguely aware of people speaking to him, but the words if he heard them gave him no comfort as he continued to drift in and out of consciousness.

**

A figure had detached itself from the shadows where they had watched the match. They were dressed in a flowing black gown, a long veil hiding any facial features. It paused to put a shocked hand to their mouth as they drew closer, obviously at a loss for words at the extent of the injuries. They knelt down and pulled a cross from around their neck. They pressed it against Reich's bloodstained head before placing it in his hand.

The sound of footsteps approaching sounded behind them and men dressed in hooded robes unlike that of Rex and his ilk surrounded Reich. The first figure addressed the rest of the group in a clipped tone.

"Schnell"

The group nodded and covered Reich in a shroud and transported him onto a waiting bier. By the time the paramedics had arrived, the figures and Reich were no were in sight.