In the top chamber was Kyle Martin, an all-american football player turned cage fighter. He was a seasoned veteran, fit and trained. Ralph knew Kyle was the favorite in today’s match.

Below him was Munster Von Munster. Ralph knew little about the man other than the German grumbling he heard when the man boarded, but there was something unsettling about him. His eyes were those of a killer.

Finally there was Sasha Klipner and her killer Chihuahaha. All though she had never been convicted, most intelligent people agreed that Sasha was behind the massive Chihuahaha killing at last year’s Westminster Dog Show. The authorities could never prove it, but when she was the only remaining trainer, people began to talk.

On the long trek over Ralph tried not to think too much. Over his career he’d learned not to develop an emotional bond with his passengers. It was difficult not to on the five minute drive across town, and heck, psychopathic killers make some great conversation, but Ralph held back. The death coach would not remember it’s occupants, and neither would Ralph.