"No, I'm afraid not. Then again, I suppose it's always good to have a back-up plan."

Deadeye's phone began ringing. "E." He muttered. "It's for you he said and threw the phone over to Destra.

Destra caught the phone with her mouth, and placed it on the ground. She lowered her head towards.
"'Ello."

"I've been watching you fight my brother in arms, and I must say I'm impressed." The mysterious man said.

"And who is this?"

"That's not important." The man said. "The important thing is I'm calling to give you an opportunity."

"Uh-huh. What opportunity?"

"The Sons of Guns is an elite group stationed within XR1. We send out members to test out fighters that have caught our eye, for you, we sent Deadeye, and you've done well."

"Okay. So what?"

"What I'd like to do here is to recruit you for the Sons of Guns. I can't give much more info, in case Jeff Ryan is hacking the phone lines, but speak to Group 2's original leader, Matthew Ray Vaughn, for more information, he is in the Group 2 hospital." The man said and hung up.

"Um, okay."

Deadeye was leaning up against the wall

Destra was unsure whether to spare Deadeye or finish him off.

"Ya gonna give me my phone back?" Deadeye said, lighting a cigarette

"Sorry." Destra slid the phone across the floor towards Deadeye.