The Punk's Warlord, Vance stood there in his skates with his hands resting in his overalls and chewing on a piece of gum in his mouth. None of you knew how long he was standing there for, he could have just got there or watched the lot of you fall apart from the start.

"There's only one of him. We can take him." Vermin shrugged with a whisper. "Just keep talkin'." You locked eyes on the target and saw a few more of The Punks walk around the corner and lean against the walls and railings. "We're gonna try walking around the station for a little bit. Try losing these Punks or luring them away from the platform. We can't have the train show up and be in the middle of a fight." Swan planned and slowly got his gang moving back. "You got it, Warlord." Rembrandt nodded. "Alright, let's go." Swan led the gang and guided the six of you around the station.

"(Y-N), who are these guys?" Swan turned to you and asked for information now that Fox was gone. "You said it yourself. These guys are The Punks. They're kinda tough, but VERY sneaky. If they're wearing skates, then you want to be concerned. Those guys are quick and slippery. However, to our advantage, they're dumb as fuck, so they're bound to slip up somewhere even if they're not on skates." You answered and walked beside Swan with your head down. "What about numbers? Weapons?" Swan questioned. "Weapons they're like the Turnbulls. They'll use anything. Their fists, Chains, Knives, Glass Bottles Cricket Bats, anything they can grab." You answered and pulled out your small pocket mirror from your back pocket.

"As for numbers... It's hard to say with them. I've seen them come as twelve, I've seen them come as thirty. Right now, I've clocked... Nine, maybe ten following us." You answered as you used your mirror to count The Punk walking and skating a few feet behind you. "Great. Everyone make your way to the men's room." Swan planned as he quietly instructed everyone. "We gonna take on these guys?" Cowboy gulped still feeling sore from the Baseball Furies. "Yeah, most of these guys are taller than Cochise, they could easily bop a few of us." Rembrandt pointed out since Cochise was the tallest Warrior in the pack. "You've got spray paint haven't you?" You rhetorically asked hinting that he should use it in a fight.

"If (Y-N) says that these guys are the sneaky bastards that they are, then we won't lose them in the station. If we can take them out in an enclosed space, then we can head back to the platform for the train." Swan explained his plan which was genius and would work if The Warriors were to win.

So you all headed for the men's bathroom with The Punks gradually following behind you. Everyone took a cubical each in the bathroom since there were six cubicles. You planned on sharing with Swan, but he had something else planned for you before you stepped into the end one.

"(Y-N)." Swan stopped you and held you back by your arm. "Yeah?" You asked and turned around. "Jump through the window and go scout the perimeter. Make sure no one else is coming and meet us back at the platform." Swan pulled the window back that was above the sinks for you to jump. "I don't think it's wise splitting us up." You explained and took a glance at the outside breeze. "We need to see if anyone else is gonna hit us between here and the train. Now with Fox gone, you're the next best scout." Swan explained to you. "I don't know, Swan..." You cringed and rubbed the back of your neck.

"I don't want you getting hurt again... Ok?" Swan confessed and lost eye contact with you as he held your shoulders. "Softie." You joked with a little grin. "Shut up and get out there." Swan rolled his eyes trying not to smile at your remark. "You can have this then." You playfully sighed and passed Swan your Baseball Bat.

The very second the men's door slammed open, you climbed the sinks and crawled out of the tiny window that you managed to slip out of. Yeah, you hit the ground with a thud and grazed your arms and knees, but it was better than fighting a load of armed Punks in a small space. After all, you couldn't put up with another fight, not after the night you'd had. Apart of you was actually grateful that Swan sent you out scouting, even though you had an off feeling about splitting up, you went with it and tried to push that feeling to the back of your head. You started by lighting a cigarette and taking a steady stroll around the station as you enjoyed the cool breeze. There were a few civilians out and about but no one was of any bother. There were no other Gangs, Punks or Cops around, so everything seemed clear outside.

You gave it a couple of minutes before you went back inside to scout the rest of the station. The night had become warm and the breeze felt refreshing as it drifted through your hair. You enjoyed what was left of your cigarette and enjoyed some alone time.

"Hey... Look." A Rouge tapped Luther's shoulder as he sat in the passenger's seat of the hearse having a smoke himself. "What?!" Luther snarled and looked out of the window.

"No fucking way..." Luther smiled and caught you in his view as you leaned on the station's wall smoking. "Where are the rest of them?" Cropsey asked as he shut the headlights off the hearse so no attention was drawn to them. "I don't know and I don't care to find out either. You two with me." Luther quickly put out his cigarette on the side of the car door and pointed at two Rouges from the back to follow him.

"Stay here and make sure no cops come about, you hear?" Luther got out of the car and pointed at the driver. "Yeah. Yeah, I hear." Cropsey understood. "Let's go. I'm gonna fuck this bitch up." Luther cracked his knuckles and headed your way with two heavy men standing at each side of him.