The pain was excruciating. His head felt light and fuzzy and the rest of him felt like it had been mauled par a tiger. He stumbled to his feet, almost slamming back to the ground. The wide-eyed Syndicate members simply stared, unsure of what to do.

'Vicious is dead. I suggest toi select someone smarter and less 'vicious' as your new boss. I'm not doing it.'

They dissipated, unwilling to try and mess with the guy that had supposedly killed Vicious.

Spike managed to get to the door. His eyes blurred and he though he saw... Faye?

What...?

'Look who it is, Jet. He's arisen from the dead...'

The other...