The night was unhampered in this small city. The moon only half-shone tonight, letting in little light around the tallest buildings, But down on the street, the golden light of streetlights poured down upon the asphalt. The cool night air was brisk, as it whirled through the city. The various monsters had made their presense quite known these days. They killed or captured humans on sight, and for God's mercy, you pray you weren't caught. Because being caught ment one of two things: Eaten or otherwise killed.

But there was a group dedicated to smothering the flame of hope that these monsters. JAMMING didn't know what they called themself, but he was sure it would be something corny. He didn't care. As long as he got money. And these groups ate his weaponry up.... He was glad to be in this business.... It made him happy to know that he by chain assosiation, was destroying these creatures. He didn't dislike them...but they definately were hampering his business with their eating of his customers.... But enough of that.

JAMMING sat in his armored vehicle, the engine and headlights off, parked under an overpass, lit by one sole light. It gave his night-colored van just the right ammount of cover for his shady dealings. He sat in the passenger seat, waiting for his contact to arrive. A pair of clunky headphones rested upon his head, only one ear covered. The other side was connected to a portable MP3 player, an antiquicated piece of technology, he was sure, by today's standards. But it allowed him to enjoy music at his own pleasure, and he enjoyed doing such. The doors were locked, and he had impac glass windows and windshields, being able to stand up to 60mm grenade explosion, and their shrapnel as well. He knew he was like a civilian tank in this thing....He hummed and sang his old music as he sat in his machine, his velvet voice singing the words quietly for himself alone to hear. "Bad, bad Leroy Brown....baddest man in the whole damn town...mnh mnh mnh mnh mnhhhh..." He hummed away.

His eyes stay open, watching for his buyer and or seller to arrive. He propped his feet up on the dashboard, and looked out from under the overpass....