The long thin muscles of Brianna's wings twitched as she regained conciousness. Her eyes contracted for a brief moment, then refocused to the new shape in front of her. She looked up to see Death starring back. She shivered for a moment before realizing who she was looking at. "Grimm?"

The undead biker responded. "Brianna."

"Robo Squirrel demends an explanation."

Brianna, still lying on the ground, pointed a thumb towards Grimm. "Avator of Death. Hard-hitting-axe-wielder. Grande arse kicker."

"Robo Squirrel understands. The brute of the team?"

Grimm's axe hovered dangerously close towards the robot's neck. "Not just the brute, shiney."

Montag interrupted. "This still doesn't help the fact that someone we could question is dead now..."

"I alrady did question him," said Phil. Everyone turned towards him. Both Phil and Tiberius seemed pleased with themselves. "While Tiberius was finishing him off. I managed to look inside his head and find out what happened." Phil's eyes glazed for a moment as he mentally repeated what Glenn had said to him. Glenn's confession was pure stream of conciousness.

Fuck off you stupid meta...meta...yeah, we came here to kill him because it's the second Tuesday of December. That's when we were told to kill him...kill him...kill him...some stranger paid us...he told us back in August what he wanted us to do...'Wait until the second Tuesday in December. He always comes on Tuesdays. You have knives? Good. Here's what I want you to do with them...'

Everyone got the idea. Phil continued. "So. He had no clue who his employer really was. They were paid in cash. They were told what sort of wounds to make."

"Why would they be told what wounds to make?" asked Brianna.

Phil shrugged. "Cover something up?"

Grimm heaved his might axe onto his shoulder. "Well, let's find out." He noticed Brianna looked like she wanted to ask a question. Grimm held his hand up. "Wait a while, everyone. I'll explain things on my own time."

Last edited by Grimm; 2005-01-06 5:10 AM.