Dice was cashing a customers chips when Lucifer called him into the office.

Dice dreaded that room ever since that day. He approached the door deeply cringing at his boss' voice commanding his entrance.

"Good new Dice! I was informed by Mr. Weezy that those boys decided to listen after all and they're collecting the contracts" he sneered.

Mr. Weezy stepped into view. A smug grin on his face as he lit a cigar.

"Oh but that's not the best part boss. It seems they have a little companion to help 'em out. A young miss, nonetheless" he explained blowing out a cloud of foul smog.

"The root pack have already been collected? That's impressive for a group of kids from a rinky-dink, hole-in-the-wall town" Dice was half amused.

"Yes, my thoughts exactly. They're almost to Le Grande's pad now. If they keep it up at this pace, they'll have all the contracts in no time at all!" The devil roared with laughter.

None of them were aware of the storm headed their way. That 'young miss' was out for blood and will not give up easily.