Chilling walked through the empty streets, rain trickling down his silver hair. He turned into an ally he hadnt been in for a long time, noticing the roller door that lead to the only place he called home. Unlocking the many dead-locks that he had secured months ago, he rolled up the silver door that lead way to his solitude.

"Ah! Its good to be back!" He said smiling. As he walked in, dust filled his lungs, he thought to himself /Has it really been that long?/

He looked around the large warehouse, spotting his still unmade bed at the top of a large platform. Beneath it on the warehouse floor sit a large object covered by a dusty black sheet. "My baby.." he smiled to him self as he pulled away the sheet, revealing what he considered to be one of the most important items in his hollow life; his black 68 Mustang. "How iv missed you Scary Canary." He knew all along that naming his car such an.....exuberant and flamboyant name would land him some criticism from his friends and allies, but he didnt care.

Chilling sighed in relief.

Kova had heard the rumors on the streets, felt the change in the air. A little part of history had come back to the present; such things always served as a catalyst for the future ahead. It drew interest from many sources, well and good - but from one who'd known the subject of those rumors well, in one life or another, it had the drawing power a flame does to a moth.

Which was why, rain and all, Kova was crouched on the spine of a slanted roof. Waiting. Watching.

And when his mark arrived, for the first time in a very, very long time, he gave a slow, dark smile.

Show time.

Leaping to the fire-escape, down the side of the building, Kova bolted, and stoppered the door before it could roll closed. There was business to attend to, here.

As Chilling dusted every last speck of dust from the hood of his pride and joy, a chill he hadnt felt in a long time rushed down every last vertebrae in his spine. Trying to be discreet, he dusted his hands together and lent back on the cold concrete wall of the warehouse.

"You couldnt have given me a moment of peace..?" He spoke

"Peace is for the dead, and you're fortunate enough not to have earned that luxury yet."

Kova stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the storm raging outside. His smile hadn't faded. The question of hostility was certainly present; after all, two people unafraid of killing would hardly count one another as safe company - that was a caution that only time and experience could shift to trust.

The silence roared through the walls on waves of thunder, seeming to highlight shallow sounds like breathing. This could go either way.

"Welcome to Japan, Galant."

Chilling eased his guarded attitude.

"Would ya' get in here, and drop this 'cloak and dagger' act, would ya'? Hadnt seen you in years pal, i though youd be standing at my door step with a fruit basket and a balloon" Chilling said jokingly with a grin on his face

It was fortunate, then, that time and experience had not been lacking. Kova walked in, letting the door roll shut.

Kova drew a pair of pistols; a custom design, an adapted form of the ACP.45, utilising a greater firing power and the capacity for higher velocity bullets - and handed them to Chilling.

"It's not a fruit basket, but I figured these would do better by you - even if they're not as much your style."

Pulling a cigarette, and offering one to Chilling, he asked the most pressing question; motive. "So, what brings you here? I know you've been here before, but as I'm told, that's ancient history."

"Yeah well... i was kind of hoping for the fruit basket, an apple would go down well right now."

Chilling declined the cigaret "I quit. And whats with the harsh attitude Connan? Youd think youd be happy to see me after what.....3 years?"