"Fine then, I know when I'm not wanted. I'll get my stuff and then I'm outta here! You think you're so special because Hacker chose you over me, but you're wrong. Just wait, when Hacker comes back he'll teach you. You'll wish you never messed with the man they know as 'Killer'." Killer Kobalski hollers as he walks through the Timeless Tavern picking up clothes and pictures of his deceased brother. Neo gave him very little time to get his things and leave, but when you have as little as Killer it doesn't take much time at all. He is out the door, into his car, and squeeling down the road with time to spare.

Killer has been a little edgy as of late. It doesn't show often but when it does people get out of his way. He thought he won the battle of the bottle, but he was wrong. He spends most of his time partying away his sorrow and what's left is usually lost in his sleep. He knows Hacker is out there somewhere, he's absolutly sure of it. The only question is "Where?" He agreed to meet President Thompson at the Minneapolis UWF HQ, Thompson had promised him a job that would allow for plenty of travel. It was well past three by the time Killer pulled into the parking lot alongside Tom Mason's "Fag-mobile". Killer drove an old nineteen-seventy-nine LTD II with a paintjob that tended to turn heads as he drove by. Actually, Killer did his own detailing, and when the car wouldn't start (which was nearing the twice a week point) he would get out his paints and change the paint job according to his mood. Today it was Superman, but tomorrow it could be The Incredible Hulk for all he knew.

Killer walked into the UWF Corperate part of the Thompson Enterprises building with an yearning for a drink. He decided to be in and out as quick as possible so he could nurse his needs at the local bar. He didn't bother to stop at the receptionist's desk as he headed to the elevator. He punched the 15th and highest floor in the section and hoped he would find President Thompson in his UWF office so he didn't have to search the building. He tapped his foot to the beat of the elevator music and listened for the doors to "swish" open as they arrived at his stop.

"Swish!" the elevator doors opened. "That's odd..." Killer said to himself. On his last trip up the doors "wooshed" open, and then there was the time that Thompson had a special song played when the doors opened "Hail to The Chief" the President had always been one to fall for the oddest things. Killer turned the corner and walked right up to Scott's door. He considered what the best enterance would be, considering knocking the door down, but he remebered the harpoon gun sitting next to his President's desk last time he was there and decided to knock first.

"Yes?" Frank the Security Gaurd stood in the enterance. Frank and Killer knew each other, Frank was known to show up at the wrong time, catching Killer in the act of peeing in the coffee pot, ordering a stripper for the president, leaving flaming bags of poo at the doors of top executives, and much, much more.

"I need to see the president." Killer started it off. The meetings between the two of them had become very routine.

"I'm sorry, the prez is busy. You'll have to come back later." Frank stood a good seven feet tall and was very over weight, any man weighing only one-hundered-forty-five pounds and standing only five feet and five imches tall such as Killer would obey Frank's demands.

"You're letting me in. Now! Hey, wait, don't I know you?"

"I doubt it."

"Sure I do, you're that little brat that keeps spitting on the bald guys from about aren't you?"

"No, I think that's you."

"How did you know?"

"I didn't."

The two burst into laughing and preform their "Homey Shake" so named by Killer because of it's plain oddness.

"I'll let you in. The prez will be off the phone in a moment, I shouldn't tell you this, but he wants to do a reality show following the stars of the UWF around and since everyone is busy they settled for you." Frank giggles to himself and walks out of the room.