...a shadow flits across the scorching sun. The lonely vulture circles, awaiting the blood.

Around the corner of the Central Bank a stubborn rusty wheel squeals slowly to a halt. Nobody can see what's there...they just know someone's there. Who's side is he on?

Slowly, he slides around the corner. It's Ernesto - the fabled Mexican slinger. In his arm's he's cradling a Thompson machine gun. His dry face cracks a smug, thin smile.

"Bring it, boys" he drawls. The MM bandits glance furtively at each other. They need some backup, and fast, or things will not end well.

Lightning flashes far in the distance. Thunderstorm Teck rumbles an ominous warning...

..to be continued?