LeBlanc: The Coffee Hunters
*the static begins to lifts, the hooded man is no where but the mangled corpse of the mob boss mangled beyond looks and the Hunter's Mark is shown made by his blood* <br> <br> Hunter(?): I am after you Migrant, Klib and Joker... your pride sickens me... I must "cure" you from it... <br> <br> *the t.v. pauses and presents a To Be Continued*