Pincers had grown verytired of the constant presence of gangmembers in the fens...that was his hunting ground, not theirs..but soon, they would learn..
he stood in the bottom of the gangs current hideout, a semi-abbandoned warehouse, he'd gotten in through an already open storm drain in its basement, he could hear shouting above...more enemies perhaps..a rival gang? it didnt matter, he wasnt here to fight anyone but the normal gangsters..but, if the newcommer was hostile, well, more food was always good.