"The bastard said nothing about a bill," Checkmate says. "And that's unfortunate for everyone. For you, because I couldn't pay it if he had; for him, because he's now on my shit-list; and for me, because despite this last charity job being a disaster, I've just signed up for another one. Give me a call when you need a favour."
Disaster was putting it mildly. Checkmate was low on funds, high on frustration and on the edge of freaking out completely. His friend was dead and un-avenged, his car wrecked and abandoned outside the Red Eye, he'd found a new enemy and he was beginning to make a bad habit of taking on work for free.
After bumming a ride home, he collapses into a sustained drug-binge. He's on the brink of losing all connection with reality when a call snaps him out of it...