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The writer decided to go to the most crowded place she knew. Before she was going to being her little endeavor, she needed as much information as possible. In her leather brown handbag, she always, ALWAYS, had a small spiral note book. The female fumbled through her purse until she found the tools necessary (a mechanical pencil and the notebook) for the job. She flipped the notebook open to a fresh page and began questioning bystanders.

"Where did the murder scene occur?" "Can you tell me if the child was a boy or girl?" "What does the child look like? Distinct features please." "What time did this happen?" "Who do you suspect could be possible for this horrible crime?" The search for information went on and on until Claudia figured she had enough evidence. The only down side to the News Feed app was that it gave out little information, and so did the television. The best source in town was the people themselves. The brunette looked over her evidence with satisfaction.

The murder happened in an alley was near the Black Bar. The child is a little girl with brown hair, around age ten. Her location remains unknown for the time being. Most people claimed that gun shots were heard at the scene. At the bottom of the page was a tally mark board of each gang that could have committed the crime. The exact time is unknown as well, but Claudia suspected that it must have been not to long ago or else she wouldn't have received the News Feed so urgently. She was baffled by her could have done it, but if she finds the girl she could possibly uncover the mystery. The child was at the scene, and she could have witnessed her parent's death.

Claudia scanned the crowd. She was on the look out for any little brown haired girls that are wondering the streets aimlessly. She couldn't take care of the girl, but maybe arrange for a place for the girl to stay as a thank you for her services.

♕♛ Walking through the crowd was a living legend, Black hair and golden eyes becoming the highlight of the moment.Morale was quickly boosted as "Set" entered the area. Any Rabbits slacking in their battles quickly straightened posture and took the upper hand. He looked at a few dead bodies and gave a small sigh. A necessary loss, in the end. Some people just couldn't control themselves. If that was the case, he wouldn't either.

A member of the Foxes, a hot head of some sort he supposed, ran up on him. The fist was raised, elbow too slack, shoulder too rigid. Sloppy. Especially to challenge arguably one of the best people in Ash Creek when it came to the hand to hand and melee weapon portion of fighting. "Set" stepped to the right, grabbing the man's wrist as his fist flew near.. As he did this, his other hand pushed his rigid shoulder back before the Rabbit leader pulled the wrist of the fox and slammed his elbow into the straightened arm of the other. A sick snap and scream interrupted most of the fighting as the fox fell with a broken arm. "Be glad I used my elbow instead of my knife, kid." The man spoke in a raspy tenor before setting his eyes know Troy. So, it was him. He'd always had suspicions, and now they were confirmed. Troy was leader of the Foxes. Whatever, the guy never liked him anyways. "Come on, who else wants to try and hit me? Or would you rather this turn into a bloody shoot-out?" He would ask, not caring either way. He probably couldn't be matched in close combat, and he was a decent shot, though his sister was better. He had too many people and too much skill to be jumped or pushed back. He was really the ace in the hole in the gang. Playtime ended when Set arrived.

First person he put his sights on was the blonde who was dressed in a similar fashion as himself. He'd been killing his squad members left and right. "There is no God or any holy wrath going on here. Now that I'm here, the only thing you'll kill is a fly from flapping your gums around so much." He'd speak in a disapproving tone, obviously seeing the ruthless killer as someone beneath him. Then was Troy. "And you. Stop acting like this town is yours." He suddenly set his watch, and the Rabbits on it began to rotate.

"Let's do this." He spoke up, looking at the Foxes, his own Rabbits aligning up behind him.

♕♛ "I'll cut out yours, and give them to the Rabbits who do not. Actually..." A smirk crossed his lips as he walked forwards. Through steps he took shook some of the Rabbits. What the higher ups in front of him didn't understand was that Set was truly superior in training. It could be told by the fact that when he walked into the den of foxes, the sound of breaking bones and the slick sound of a knife coming through skin could only be heard. Not a single shot. Nicholas didn't need guns. As he worked his way, making a straight line of fallen, incapacitated opponents, Set didn't stop till he was in front of Roy. "You might want to give them to the small, helpless baby Foxes on your team." He took a cigarette from his coat pocket and lifted it to his lips, Taking a light as well and igniting the tip before Putting it away. Inhaling, He'd take out the cigarette, and blow nonchalantly in the direction of his opponents.

At the mention of Lucy's parents, he turned an eye to the oddly dressed man with eyes slightly similar to his own. Less seriousness though. "The little girl on the news? Kill her parents? Tch, as if I would do something like that. They were shot. We only use guns when we need to. We also hardly take a life. Unlike all of you." It was true. So far the Rabbits had only incapacitated people, they hadn't been trying to kill anyone. The foxes were slaughtering. Idiots. Yet they tried to make the Rabbits look evil. He looked Roy dead in the eye. "Before you start questioning who killed who in that alley, maybe you should point the fingers at your own men. Blood thirsty idiots."

Lastly, the blonde kid in formal clothing. Talking as if he were a preacher. "I'm sure that if God were watching, He'd be disgusted in you." He spoke with a smirk, seeing the man shouting out meaningless terms. "As for seeing what a fox can do, why don't you all shut up, and come find out already." His smirk turned into a grin. Rush filled him as he thought of Taking on these opponents. His eyes brushed a girl wearing all Black. He would consider her a threat as well, however didn't launch for her yet. "Rabbits, show them what you can do. You're free to use your weapons." A loud hollering could be heard as they stormed the battlefield, crowbars and tire irons, as well as pistols and uzi's making their presence known as the battle really began. Nicholas himself ran forwards, till he was in front of Roy. He expected the kid to defend or strike from the front. That's what he had been doing so far. Switching his footing, he twirled then, so He'd be standing a little bit behind Roy, his elbow heading to the back of the boys neck, momentum and speed high from the spin. He of course kept his eyes on some of the other few people, and kept his other hand on the butt of his pistol in the holster.