Enter Dr. Feelgood

"Aw, come on!" Vermin exclaimed as he made a wrong move with the flippers on the pinball machine, allowing the ball to fall into the bottom. "Shit, I was so close to the five million points. Hey, you wanna go for the gold and try it out, and see if you can get that score?" he told Mercy.

Mercy simply shook her head and replied, "Not really. I think I need a chat with Swan. He's been so busy with protecting Coney lately, especially since the VC Rangers nearly crashed this place."

"Yeah, allright. Maybe I'll convince Cowboy or Cochise to try and go for the score." Vermin said as he shrugged, before approaching Cochise and trying to persuade him into playing the pinball machine.

Mercy then walked over to Swan and said, "That was some scuffle, considering the Rangers were hellbent on wrecking the whole damn place."

"I know, Mercy. So what is it you want?" he asked as he glanced at her.

With a small smirk, Mercy replied, "Well...I haven't had any real action for quite some time...last time we did it, it was the day after you took down the jackass from the Rogues. So tell me, are you up for it again? Because I'm getting quite bored."

"Vermin was playing pinball. I suppose you could give that a shot." Swan said.

"Yeah, but it gets boring after a while, and I won't be satisfied with the score I got. I've always wanted to get to 1 million, but I'm always so damn close when I run out of balls...pinball ones, that is." Mercy replied.

"Sorry, Mercy, but I've got work to do with the others for the next few weeks. After all, I'm the Warchief." the young man told her.

Indeed, Swan had become Warchief after the unexpected **** of Cleon, when Luther claimed that Cleon killed Cyrus. This led to the Gramercy Riffs taking him down, but they eventually realized that the Rogues were the culprits, and eventually put Luther in his place, allowing a fallout between him and the Rogues which got him kicked out, and having Psychosis serving as the new leader.

Mercy sighed as she leaned against the rails; since Swan was the Warchief, she'd hardly get any private time with him, and closed her eyes as she allowed her mind to wander. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and glanced at him with a smile.

Someday, she was going to convince him that when she suspects that he isn't busy, she can convince him to go somewhere private, like a motel. That way, he'd grant her that wish of hers.

Somewhere, in South Beach, a man with noticeably disheveled black hair was selling what appeared to be cocaine to a slacker. The man was the leader of the Corporate Crooks, known as Ripper.

Ripper, along with his girlfriend Marcie, were former members of the Crescent Moons, which they happen to join in 1977. However, they were both junkies and had been selling and manufacturing **** such as cocaine and heroin for a living.

When Slattery caught wind of these rumors, at the time Hoagie and Jake joined the Crescent Moons in 1978, he exiled Ripper and Marcie, and told them that he wasn't allowing his daughter Lisa to grow up a junkie just like them. He also prohibited use of cocaine and heroin, as he believed them to be illegal.

"So, it's gotta be 134.00 for this shit, right? Sweet, man!" the slacker told Ripper.

"Oh yeah, dude. You're gonna love it; when those snowy white crystals get into your system, you're in a whole new world. I guarantee it." the black-haired man replied with a grin.

"Thanks!" the slacker said before he went on his way.

As Ripper put a finger into the vial of cocaine and pulled it out, so that he could sniff the crystal-covered digit, a woman with red hair sauntered over to him and kissed him deeply. The two then entwined their tongues for a brief period before they broke the kiss and she said, "Hey, baby. Miss me much?" she asked.

The woman was Marcie, the heroin addict whom Ripper was well acquainted with. While she had an interest in heroin, he was more into cocaine, although they usually takes hits of flash whenever they're bored or down on their luck.

"Hey, Marcie. Didja sell 'em the goods?" Ripper asked.

"Oh yeah. Tiny and the Satan's Mothers wanted some of that heroin, so I gave them the shit, and boy, was the price high! Luckily, they had enough cash to spend, so they're quite satisfied." Marcie replied.

"Hey, were there any other gangs that wanted that cocaine of yours?" she asked.

Just as Ripper was about to reply, a black car with red paint all over drove up to where they were. The couple noticed a man with stringy blond hair and a noticeable red tint in his eyes; he was Dr. Feelgood, leader of the South Beach Warlords.

Feelgood also joined the Crescent Moons in 1977, and along with Marcie and Ripper, was selling and manufacturing **** as well, so he was kicked out of the gang. However, he decided to form his own gang, and thus the Warlords were born.

The couple, on the other hand, formed the Corporate Crooks and allied themselves with the Warlords as means to get back at Slattery and the rest of the Crescent Moons.

"Heeeey, Ripper, my man! How's it hangin'?" Feelgood asked.

"How's it hangin', yourself? Got any news for us?" Ripper replied.

"Allright...the Hurricanes called me and said that they need some cocaine, so we gotta keep up the good work. Once we got all the money we need, we can spend it on **** and hookers, so that we're all satisfied." the Warlords leader said.

"I also got a little plan up my sleeve concerning those dolts from Sea Gate. The Warlords and the Crooks will team up as one, and make their way into Sea Gate. We march right into their house, and kill every member in sight, including Slattery's stupid, dumb daughter and his stupid, dumb wife." Feelgood added.

"Yeah...then we'll make a factory out of that house Slattery and his family live in, and we'll be making more money with the people living there!" Ripper said with a grin.

"I love it!!" Marcie exclaimed as she kissed her boyfriend again.

"Right, I gotta split, so I see ya later." Feelgood told them before he hit the pedal and the car sped off.