He couldn't believe it. After all the villain organizations he'd joined he came full circle and was back with the Hellions. His initiation assignment was simple, all Jenkins had to do was steal an old lady's purse and he couldn't leave until he had the purse. How hard can it be?, he thought, It's just an old lady right? That was two days ago. Since then, Jenkind had been locked in a titanic struggle over the old broad's Sears knockoff purse with only a Fallen Gunner dropping by to check his progress, he'd had enough.
Jenkins: C'mon lady! Just gimme the stupid purse!
Old Woman: Somebody help! Oh you brute!
Jenkins: Lady, you broke your hip yesterday for God's sake! just let go and let me have the 5 bucks you have stashed in there!
Fallen Gunner: Ah Jenkins, made any progress yet?
Jenkins: Does it look like I've made progress? You never told me that the old ladies around here can bench 160 pounds! I've been at this for 2 days, I'm hungry and i gotta wiz big time!
Fallen Gunner: You know the rules, you have to finish what you start.
Old Woman: Won't someone please save me from these horrible men?
Jenkins: Aww shut up you old fart! Look, Fallen Gunner or whatever your name is, I can't take this anymore, I don't even know what the hell possesed me to rejoin you guys anyway. Maybe if you let your guys take a break from their muggings your gang would be stronger and could actually put up a fight against the newbie heroes running around here. I quit! (continues struggling with the woman)
Fallen Gunner: Yeah you're right, we'd be more powerful as an organization if we weren't stuck trying to mug people, but the tatoos we wear won't let us stop.
Jenkins: What?!! Won't let you stop?!!
Old Woman: GAAH! My shoulder just dislocated! Let go you little [censored]!
Fallen Gunner: Yeah, the tatoos have wierd rules that apply to people who wear them. Any crime you start can't be stopped until it's either done or you get arrested.
Jenkins: WHAT?!! So i'm stuck here until a hero decides to pound on me?!!
Fallen Guner: 'Fraid so.
Old Woman: Sweet Jesus my arthritis!
Jenkins: Oh bloody hell.
