So that were them. A scrawny looking kid and a six-armed freakshow. Why did he never get the interesting contracts? He'd heard about a guy last week who got a contract on a planet. Or was that next month? Meh, impossible to tell. Point is though, a whole f***ing planet! That must have been fun. Or would be fun... One of the two. Point is though, Sev didn't much like getting the wussy contracts, so these two better put up a lot more fight than they looked like they could.
In the end though, it didn't really matter. They'd be dead and he wouldn't. It was only a matter of time, just like it always was. "Alright kiddos, let's get this party started, shall we? Who want to be the piƱata?" Standing from his perch on the motorcycle, he swiped a loose hunk of concrete off the deserted street in his left hand and held his bat in the other, then hefted the fist-sized chunk into the air and sent it flying with a one-handed swing that would make any home run record holder weep with shame. Straight at teen hipster's chest.