You go to the E R to have your wounds cleaned and bandaged for a considerable price. You are really angry. You go home early and cool some of your thuggest friends in the soda bizz. You tell them what happened and they are angry to. You suck down three red bulls and you and the boys decide to raid the competition. Three soda trucks pull up to their factory as the closing bell sounds. The drone workers clock out and leave for home only to find your crew. You are the first to open fire but your comrades quickly fall in. Fourteen soda workers are killed and twenty eight more injured in front of the building while people scatter. The plan is to destroy the whole fucking plant! Your mates rush in screaming as one. Inside you find resistance. The soda vendor who shot you is there with seven other armed vendors. But the bad part is the ten pit bulls they release. You shoot the fucker who shot you, catching him in the arm and spinning him to the ground. The others focus on shooting the dogs as they run for soft throats. The rival vendors open fire killing members of your team and their own dogs. You are shot in the chest and a lung implodes. Your team is defeated you are dragged away by the remaining vendors who escape. You are rushed to the same E R you where in earlier today. You are in critical condition.