WHILE EVERYONE WAS FIGHTING, SIX IDENTICAL WOMEN NAMED ARIANNA WERE SCOWERING THE DEAD AND UNCONCIOUS BODIES FOR ANYTHING VALUABLE. AS THE WOMEN SCOURED, ONE WAS APPROACHED BY A SPECTRAL CLOUD OF ELECTRICITY.

"SUP?" IT QUESTIONED, MATERIALIZING INTO A FUCKED UP MAN THAT LOOKED SOMEWHAT SIMILAR TO A SECTIONAL MAP OF FLORIDA WEARING MLG SUNGLASSES. HIS NAME WAS ZACK.

"SOD OFF." ARIANNA SHOUTED BACK, THROWING A STRETCHED OUT FIST AT ZACK. ZACK LEANED BACK AND HER FIST STRUCK A MAN BEHIND THE SCROTOM-MAN WHO HAD LIFTED A CHAIR AS IF TO STRIKE HIM.

"NICE." ZACK SAID, GRABBING THE MAN' WATCH AND TOSSING IT TO ARIANNA. ARIANNA LOOKED THE MAN OVER AND THE UNSPOKEN TEAM RELATIONSHIP BEGAN THEN AND THERE.