Later that afternoon, while most cyborgs were preparing for the Christmas banquet, there was a peculiar young man down by the empty shooting range. Somehow, he had roused quite some Section One employees, who all seemed to be protesting and holding signs to make this point.
Giuseppe observed them from the roof of an unspecified building, grim and somber. It was a freezing cold winter day, notable by his fur-lined jacket and earmuffs of a color likeness. His slacks were dark and nearly scruffy, his shoes were somewhat old. Beside him was a blond man who could barely pass as his older brother, donning a much more elegant suit and duster, as well as earmuffs.
The two men exchanged looks.
"It seems Heckler has created quite a scene," Jean stated, eyeing the boy in question who was holding a rather crude sign with 'BONG HITS 4 JESUS' scrawled on it.
"Yeah," Giuseppe replied, as Frederick threw the cardboard into the crowd. He then took out a megaphone and began addressing the masses, some words the handler could discern: 'abortion', 'unfair', 'my baby's mama's unborn fetus', 'love', and 'parenthood would be good for a girl as lovely as my Triela'.
After some moments, the brothers glanced at one another again.
"...We've gotta kill him."
"Yeah."