The stench of fresh blood permeates the air around the VIP table of Flaming's Real Steakhouse. Cries for help from the tweakers echo unanswered around the penthouse dining hall. The three remaining Brokebacks stand confidently beside their seats, eyeing the ruthless efficiency of their recent mercenary hires with barely concealed amusement. One of them shifts his cowboy boot slightly, out of the way of the steadily growing pool of blood underneath Reed's victim.