Axton awoke pants-less, laying on some grimy side walk on the bad side of Miami. Was there a good side of Miami? shit, he didn't know. All Axton knew was that he still some blow on his upper lip and on the tip of his nose. Though he was without the other operatives he was accompanied by the familiar hangover, one that signified a great night out. The memories came back slowly.

The trio had arrived at Oscar's bar. Rory, Rasmus and Axton. The young man wasn't familiar with the two other operatives, but he was keen on getting to know them. Axton had previously inquired about Miami's finer establishments, which had lead to the three agreeing on hitting the town and letting the inevitable drugs and women lead their adventure. That was Axton's idea, anyway. Why change the formula?