Four synchronized weapon end-users toss their  fumée  or gas grenades into an already quite large hazy zone. They were once seen by James Hive-Maker, not  loin  from the battle of Ypres. Their arms are quite tired, but they toss  jour  and  nuit , entranced by the toxic  brume  and hoping that their hazard pay will make for a nice retirement.     Car ils étaient les morts, et Vengeance était leur vie.