Wesley had extended his visit with his brother and the two of them had been making their way through the music clubs in Chicago. It had been awhile since the two brothers had seen each other.
It was late and the two Price boys were making their way back from spending the night at a bar. The streets of Chicago weren't exactly safe, but the two Price boys didn't seem to be concerned.
Figures moved out of the darkness and surrounded the two men. They stopped walking and looked around. "This can't be good," Greg said to his twin.
"I agree."
The people surrounding the two boys bared their fangs.
"Definitely not good," Greg said.
"I guess it's time to do this the hard way," Wes said as he removed his overcoat. Greg was doing the same.
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