I let out a long sigh as I awaken to the sound of someone inside of my living room. She had awoken me from my drunken slumber on the couch... I look up to find Luna staring down at me with a rather stern frown worn upon her face.

"I told you, I was retired..." I scoff as I rub my eyes. I reach over as I take a quick swig of my nearly empty bottle of whiskey. The the smell of old smoke still hangs in the air from the remnants of a fully burnt up cigarette forgotten in the ashtray. Luna looks around the dimly lit apartment and lets out an angry sigh.

"Numberz, you need to clean yourself up... you and me are the only ones that can do this." Luna said as she tossed a bottle of water at me. I caught it mid air. "Besides we've got a mission to complete... unless you think the great Numberz isn't up for the task..." she smiled and mocked sarcastically. She knew how to goad me into doing it.

"This isn't going to be easy Luna. We are talking about starting a civil war here..." I reply briskly... "are you sure you're really up for this?"

Luna cracks a smile in the corner of her cheek "I was born ready for this..."