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The streets are thick with the dead. Thunder Walker spies Ferret's Eye and Billy Iron Horse among the corpses, shot full of holes near the First Bank of Gomorra, where the rioting seemed to be the worst.
Even keeping from shadow to shadow, Thunder Walker has the sense that he's being watched. Something else is in the shadows with him. Something lurking. Waiting. Hunting.
Two figures wander through the town square, nonchalant as if they were schoolboys on holiday.
One is a dandy, clean-shaven and neatly dressed in a well-pressed suit, a bowler derby atop his long red hair. He shuffles a deck of playing cards as he walks, inspecting the corpses through ruby-tinted glasses. Occasionally, his clothing ripples, as if something beneath them were pushing out.
The other is dark-haired, and has blue spectacles, a trim mustache, and a stovepipe hat, but otherwise looks near enough to the red-haired dandy that they could be brothers. He carries a cane instead of a pack of cards. There's something wrong with his shadow. It doesn't quite follow along with his movements, and at times seems to move of it's own volition. Sometimes it doesn't even look human.
"Well, Roger." The red-head says.
"Looks like the Flock have thrown quite the party."
"I should say so, Nicodemus." The dark-haired one replies.
"It seems everything is falling into place quite nicely." He scowls as he stumbles over Billy Iron Horses' body. He kicks it sullenly.
"If only it weren't for all these bloody Indians about. Who do they think they are, getting in our way?"
"Oh, they won't be a problem long." Nicodemus replies.
"They've made the mistake of moving too soon. Once they're wiped out, the plan can proceed with no more interruptions." And then he looks right over where Thunder Walker is hiding, and smiles.
"Yes, there will be nothing to stop us at all."
Roger bends down and rests a hand on Billy Iron Horses' chest.
"Well, waste not, want not. Let's get these corpses up and moving. I'd like to see that shaman's face when his own followers shamble forth to slaughter him." his stranger shadow begins to leak away from him, and sink into Billy's body. The corpse begins to twitch and jerk...