Rah Gul sat in front of his shack he called a home, smoking a pipe. He sighed, looking up at the falling snow and at the dark sky.
He looked back down, at the chaos that surrounded him, the destroyed base of the once proud wolf pack. And the culprits that stood proudly.
"I like what you've done with the place." He commended, "And everything else from the start for that matter."
"Why thank you." Solomon Hunter replied, a smile on his face. "I really am honored to be appreciated by the Rah Gul."
"It was meant to be sarcastic, but whatever. I presume that you have come to finish this charade? "
" Indeed. "
"And I presume that the men surrounding the city are all yours."
"Certainly. Why am I not surprised?"
" I would be disappointed if you were." Rah Gul spat out, continuing to smoke on your pipe. "The Orca should have never allowed a man like you to rule."
"Yet here I am."
"Yes. Indeed. Here you are. Proud as a peacock. Finally displaying your true colors."
"This town has suffered too long under the gangs."
"True. But we all know that you have no interest in anyone else."
Solomon smiled. He turned around, walking away. Kah Mal stood in front of the Rah Gul, raising his left hand.
"Any last words?"
Rah Gul looked up at the guy with a warm smile. "You're not going to be a pawn for long."
"I know."
"No, I don't think you really do." Rah Gul said, "but then again, who am I to say? I am just an old man. A man who has lived passed his time."
Kah Mal touched the old man on the chest, disintegrating him. Rah Gul didn't flinch for a moment. He stood motionless, not smiling, or angry. Simply blank, as he turned to dust.
Kah Mal stared at the dust for a while as it became one with the wind. He took a deep breath, turning to Solomon Hunter.
"What now?" He asked
"Now, we take over the Below."