Gangs of New Heaton, Nothing to do with Gangs of New York!

[Slice of Dog]

"You shouldn't smoke. It's a dirty habit"
Jabez looked across to Ray, and blew some smoke into his face.
"So's inter-species sex" said the Lycan.
Ray grinned, showing his canines, and looked at the entrance of the pub. A small, suited man had just entered.
"I think this is him" whispered Ray, elbowing Jabez in the side "Get your feet off the table"

The two seemed to be part of the background, so that when Johnathan glanced around, he did not see them. It was only when he asked the barman for "Wolfgang and Cypher" that he was pointed in their direction. He adjusted his tie and, shaking, made his way hesitantly towards them.
They did not stand when he reached them. The Lycan did not even acknowledge him. The man, who had a bright orange tie and died orange/white hair, nodded to a chair. Johnathan sat down. None of the three spoke, and after a minute, Johnathan placed a small suitcase on the table and emptied it's contents before the other two men.
The Lycan, who Johnathan assumed must be Wolfgang, placed one arm around the assorted pile of objects and pulled them before him. He rummaged through while Cypher stared at Johnathan with an unnerving yet blank expression. Occasionally Wolfgang mumbled "Crap. Junk. Worthless" until he handed one of the objects to Cypher. It was the MI5 badge.
Cypher looked at it intently for another minute, before looking back at Johnathan and placing the badge carefully before him.
"How did you get this?" he asked.
"What?"
"This badge. They don't just appear" Johnathan didn't answer, so Cypher looked back at the badge. "This 'Martin Shear', is he still.... around?"
Johnathan slowly shook his head.
Wolfgang leant over and whispered something in Cypher's ear. Cypher nodded.
"I can give you £500 for this, £20 for the copper badge, and £35 for the key there"
Johnathan whimpered.
"But I need £10,000!" He said. He looked at Wolfgang and Cypher's impassive faces, before reaching into his back pocket and placing a Colt pistol onto the table. "It's fully loaded"
Cypher laughed.
"A colt? A colt? I'll give you £50 not to give me that piece of crap"
There was a pause, and then Johnathan hung his head.
"Ok" he said, reluctantly "I'll take the money"

After he had gone, Wolfgang frowned.
"Ok, the badge was worth about £2000, but why the key?"
Cypher smiled, showing his canines.
"It's a police master key" he said.

[Dragon]

Jack paced the streets. Calm. Well why wouldn't it be? This was New Heaton after all!
New Heaton's never calm...
The NVC had been quiet lately. Laying low, or planning something? There were too many questions in the air tonight.
This was the third night in a row that Jack had paced these same streets, looking for any sign of the enemy. Some of the closer of his friends within the Nightlords had offered to come along, but Jack had refused. After all, Jack didn't NEED them... plus, it's hard to be discrete with a group of loud-mouthed leather clad bikers following you everywhere.
Even so, it felt like if he had accepted they wouldn't have been needed anyway. As Jack continued he came to a bench. Nothing special, gnarled wood with names, gangs and unmentionable body parts doodled all over it. Jack sat down and thought.

[Slice of Dog]

Ray and Jabez were making their way back to their current hideout. They turned a corner Jabez pushed Ray over, before diving down next to him. Instinctively Ray crawled behind some dustbins, and Jabez followed.
"What is it?" Ray hissed.
Jabez peered around the bins.
"It's one of Harris's mates" replied the Lycan.
"So? This is my best suit ya know"
"So, we owe Harris a lot of money, remember?"
Ray peered over the top of the bins and scoffed.
"He's on his own. And look, he's not even wearing Nightlord threads. How d'ya know he's got ties with Harris?"
"We can't be too careful. Look, we'll go the long way..."
Jabez straightened and looked past Ray. He swore, and Ray was sure he saw his friend's face loose colour, even through the fur. Ray turned around and immediately saw what Jabez had seen.
"NVC..."
Forgeting Harris entirely they hurdled the bins and ran towards the lone 'Nightlord'.