[Rich]

Robby and Joey wake up as the train jerks to a halt. As they rub their eyes the stout Vykker appears.

Vykker: We hope you had a pleasant journey. Now please vacate the train, the exits are open.

Robby follows Joey out of the train and onto the platform. Many other passengers of different races are there too. The train doors close and it leaves the station as quickly as it arrived, no passengers are leaving at this time of night.

A rusted sign over the stairwell to the streets reads
"Welcome to Kline". Grafiti covers the walls sporting Ractor colours.

As Robby goes towards the exit a quiet but firm voice comes from behind them.

Voice: Stop.

Joey and Robby stop.

Voice: Turn around.

Joey and Robby turn slowly around taking a good look at the rusted station. In front of them is a Chronicler wearing a black suit with dark glasses on.

Chronicler: You are Joey, right?

He points at Joey as he says this.
Joey goes to nod, But the Chronicler turns to Robby.

Chronicler: I thought so. Anyway you must be Robby.

Robby just looks back. The Chronicler pulls a pistol from his suit and loads it.

Chronicler: Follow me.

Joey and Robby follow him cautiously down the stairs, through an archway and into the dark night sky.
Parked directly in front of the exit is a van.

Chronicler: Get in the back, it's open.

Robby pulls open the door and they scramble in. The Chronicler gets in and closes the van door. The Chronicler shouts to the Driver.

Chronicler: Light please.

A light comes on and Joey sees several leather seats. The van is definitely Mafia property.

Chronicler: Drive!

The van jerks into life and speeds off. The three of them sit down on the seats.

Chronicler: Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Lloyd, I work for the Mafia here.

The van takes a sharp bend. Joey and Robby fall over, Lloyd doesn't.

Lloyd: Theres only a few things to remember here in Kline. One, Denz is boss around here, no shit from Thrallsom unless it comes through him first Ok.

Joey nods.

Lloyd: Second, North town and the buisness district is our turf. Central Kline and the west strip belongs to the Ractors. East side of the centre and commercial disrict is Kloon territory. The south are and Downtown are all police controlled. So watch where you're going unless you're in a bullet proof suit!

Joey nods again.

Lloyd: I think thats it, just remember. You're the new boys now so watch your back. Remember, always have your gun loaded, and you'll have a nice Holiday...