This time Psycho and his little group were onto something. There was a large buzz
in the city of Westbridge, a town he never accepted as Kefkaburg. Today was a new
horror delivered unto the good people of the world. Psycho watched as a Vectorian
patrol of guards shook down some of the local businesses. The Apothecary was not
safe from the strong arming. The old man had at once been a strong and dangerous
target for this pretty shakedown. "Come on old man you dont need to give your skin
but we'll take it if you don't give us enough." Psycho had heard enough. The small
group quietly stepped inside the Apothecary and closed the door to the streets.
The money that was reclaimed from the patrol was taken as were the soldiers themselves.
But unlike the money the soldiers were not returned to where they had come. Each
of the soldiers lifeless bodies was taken and Nailed up in the church of Shar.
The nails that held them were long and pierced both armor and flesh through and
through. But the patrol was just the tip of the iceberg of what was in store for
the day. The old man had information for Psycho that was far more disturbing than
any mortal squibble. The man had information about two important items and a book
that would help to utilize them. The real danger to the planet was something that
flows through each of us. Makou and Black energy were about to get a lot more volatile.
