Marcus began laughing excitedly. He quickly dropped his bag on the table and showed the rest of his gang the cyberbrain he collected. "We finally got a Culter brain!" he shouted. "With this, we can finally pay off the Roaches! We'll be free!" The rest of the gang quickly thrust their rifles into the air and yelled in unison. Marcus wasted no time and scanned the brain immediately. "Woah-ho-ho," he cried out, "This one's a doozie! There must be at least 20 terabytes worth of clearance codes, and they're all ours."
Marcus' second-in-command, Trip, was visibly concerned. "Marcus, we shouldn't waste time," he warned. "The Roaches don't want an empty cyberbrain."
"Shut up," Marcus snapped back. "We'll just tell them it's clean-pristine." Trip felt no need to push his luck any further and let the boss do as he wished. Beeps and blips continued to fill the air as Marcus busily searched the cyberbrain for anything of special value. Half an hour passed and he maintained full speed. His gang had lost interest and began going back to drinking and then shooting the empty bottles that piled up. Amidst all the rowdiness that built up, Marcus was trying to get everyone's attention but couldn't be heard over all the Rotten Mound shots and loud music being played. To get above the noise, he grabbed a steel drum, armed a grenade and threw it in. The explosion concentrated into a small cylinder not only blew a hole in the wall but was also loud enough to deafen him temporarily. He clasped his hands over the side of his head in an effort to steady his shaken world. Once hearing came back, he looked up to find he had his gang's attention again. "I found upgrade schematics for those of you with implants. It says here they-", he stopped talking mid-sentence. The gang was confused.
Trip approached him. "Hey Marky boy, did you find a word with more than ten letters in it or what?" he asked. Marcus didn't move a muscle. It was as if he'd been frozen in place. "Come on sleepyhead, your bed is over there with all the over bags of trash we need to burn." Marcus' head turned to face him in an instant. Trip jumped back in shock. "Oi, what's your deal, dickhead?" Marcus reached towards his KA strapped to his back. Trip reacted quickly and pulled out his BK13 but he wasn't quick enough. Marcus' had gotten hold of his KA and within the timespan of one second, snapped the gun towards Trip's head and pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced his skull without any sign of hindrance. The rest of the gang froze in fear. There's trouble afoot when a looter leader executes his second-in-command without as much as a second thought. Marcus' eyes locked onto his next target and the process repeated. The gun snapped to the position of his next victims head and shot before the previously fired bullet even reached its destination.
The federal police finally arrived after receiving a distress call sent out by nearby civilians. The cops kicked down the front door to the warehouse but only found twenty-one dead bodies, a massive hole in the wall and shattered windows.