General Summary

White Horse & Black Handshakes

The night began with Charlie stepping into the world of the decadent and the damned. He and Debra attended an exclusive, shadowed gathering where the air was thick with temptation. Gilded masks, whispered secrets, and a pull toward something far older than the city itself. Debra was initiated into some secret order while Charlie, despite his best efforts to stay sharp, found himself ensnared by something else entirely. Whatever he took, it wasn’t just a drug—it was an open door to the Veil. Time stretched, the world warped, and when he came back to himself, days had passed. But not before he met a man whispered to be Tony Milan from Cicero—the same man a ghost warned him about, claiming there were eight bodies in his basement.

While Charlie recovered, the crew continued working their angle with the Thrill Kill Club. After a few tense meetings at a diner, the deal moved to a formal sit-down at The Sapphire Room. There, they met Vic—the real money behind Rashad and his crew. He was a businessman, the kind who saw people as assets to be used or discarded, and he made it clear who he thought was disposable. Meanwhile, Merissa felt something else in the club, a presence that lurked just beyond sight. In the restroom, Charlie was approached by one of Rashad’s men with a whispered proposition: “Once we get set up, we can cut Vic out and work directly.” Tommy, ever the tactician, conducted negotiations while wearing an old union pin imbued with an uncanny ability to sway the room. The finer details of the drop were debated until a final agreement was reached—the deal would go down at a rail maintenance yard, a strip of contested ground sitting uneasily between the white and black neighborhoods.
In the morning, Merissa awakes with a start feeling something is wrong. She gingerly pokes her head out of the abandoned garage the Sinners call HQ. The pavement outside the garage is slick, not with rain, but with something darker—strange, swirling patterns traced in a mixture of mud and what looks like ash. The shapes resemble antlers, twisting knots, and something eerily close to an open eye. Above the garage door, a bundle of sticks, bones, and feathers dangles from a length of twine, swaying in a wind that isn't there. The bones are small—bird, rabbit, something wild—but they’ve been scorched black, the edges cracked like they’ve been caught in a fire.
Then there are the flies. Hundreds of them, clinging to the walls, crawling in slow, lazy circles over the twisted sigils. Not buzzing, not moving like normal flies, just…watching.
They do what they can to clean up the foul mess and then later that evening the crew rolled into the railyard, Tommy securing a car for the job. The chosen warehouse was quiet, poorly lit, perfect for business and betrayals alike. Merissa worked her charm, slipping a specially crafted drug into the drinks of a couple of wandering toughs, ensuring they wouldn’t be a problem. Charlie, ever wary, swept the shadows with a flashlight. When Rashad and his crew arrived, the heroin changed hands, and the money followed. Everything seemed set, but fate had other plans. The night shattered with the roar of engines as over a dozen cars rolled up, BCN soldiers spilling out. A voice cut through the din: “I ain’t mad, Rashad, I’m just disappointed you didn’t come to us.” The ambush was on.
Rashad’s men moved fast, laying down cover as the Sinners bolted for their car. Tommy took the wheel, tearing through the yard as gunfire sparked in the night. Sean made the call to return the favor, slipping out while Tommy weaved through the chaos. With a heavy rifle and heavier ammo, he dug in and let loose, cutting down BCN soldiers and sowing havoc. It should have ended there, but as they sped off, the car began to fail—jerking, sputtering, refusing to cooperate. When they finally stopped, Merissa found the culprit: a small, twisted totem nestled in the wheel well, a gift from the Crooked Horn. With no other options, they limped to Stan’s garage. Tommy tossed his friend some cash for the totaled ride, and the crew walked away in one piece. Barely.
The job was done, but war was coming.

Rewards Granted

+1 Relationship with the Thrill Kill Club

Character(s) interacted with

Vic
Rashad

Created Content

Tony Milan from Cicero

Backyard Blades Season 2 Episode 1

Season 1

Season 2

Report Date

03 Apr 2025

Primary Location

New City

Secondary Location

Fuller Park

Related Characters

• Deborah Cain
• Rashad