[ferretchucker]

Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of an old motel. The pool is filled with tinted green sand and the metal railings have long since rusted off. There are no windows, they have been boarded up. Surrounding the motel is a large perimeter fence on which are two large makeshift turrets. They have large wires protruding and appear to have been constructed from a mixture of tin foil and old hairdryers. People dressed in the same armor as those who attacked HDC rush into the compound.

Cut to a shot of an upstairs room of the motel. The room has been covered in old sheets of corrugated iron and various pieces of Pre Red Button Day tech cover the floor. Laying on a bed, tinkering with an old laptop that has a hole through it's screen is Doc Faustus. He is in the process of trying to connect the broken parts of the screen together using an old metal necklace. The door swings open and in walks a man with messy red hair. His face is young but there is age behind his eyes. He wears a tatty green jumper and jeans. No shoes. This is Scouse Mac.

Doc Faustus: Ah, I was wondering when you would arrive Mr. Mac.

Scouse: Please don't call me Mr. Titles are pathetic in this world. A useless addition to a pointless name. Nobody truly cares. Nobody will ever remember you.

Doc Faustus: Yes...your cynicism proceeded you. I understand you have something for me.

Scouse: I do indeed. I won't say where I got it-

It looks as though Doc is going to protest, so Scouse Mac cuts in.

Scouse: It is useless asking. You will only waste my time and yours. And I have business to attend to.

He moves his hand lightly, curling his fingers as though imagining holding a knife.

Doc: Would you care to show me?

Scouse: Money first. I know what you folk are like. The things you get up to. If I show you and you decide not to pay, I will take it home with me. Then you will try and raid my home. I cannot allow that.

Doc: Do you seriously believe I would even let you leave the compound if that was my master plan?

Scouse: You make a good point...still. I want you to understand I am a man of my word. This...weapon will be in your hands within the minute on the condition that the payment is in mine first.

Doc: A weapon? In terms of, say...HDC. How many would said weapon be likely to eliminate.

Scouse Mac smiles slightly.

Scouse Mac: All.

Doc pushes the broken laptop to the side and stands up, amazed.

Doc Faustus: Impossible!

Scouse Mac: I kid you not. In one foul swoop the town will be gone. Kaput.

Doc: Hold on. It's a bomb of some sort? What use is that to me? I want to eliminate the people, not destroy the system. There would be nothing to salvage!

Scouse Mac: Patience. I will explain further, but first you must hold up your end of the bargain. I understand you have a pair of cutters.

Doc: Whats?

Scouse Mac: Oh you fool...large hydraulically powered pincer like things. They were used by a group of people salvage survivors of vehicle accidents pre red button day.

Doc: How do you know this?

Scouse Mac: Research. It's not important! This particular pair are very important to me. They have been adapted.

Doc: Yes. I had Geddy downstairs attach a hydrogen converter.

Scouse Mac: They work entirely independently?

He speaks with a twinkle of excitement.

Doc: Indeed. I have them in here I believe...

He walks across the room to an en-suite bathroom converted into simply a storage space. Her reaches through the various pieces of rubble and pulls out the cutters, passing them to Scouse Mac. Scouse's eyes light up with malicious wonder as he presses the button, powering the cutters. The great metal pincers the size of a human head open and close.

Doc: Now where is this weapon you speak of?

Scouse Mac: Of course.

He reaches into his jeans pockets and pulls out a small chrome ball the size of a golf ball. A line runs around the outside of it.

Scouse Mac: I haven't thought of a name for it...I was given it but an...unfortunate riverman.

His eye twitches slightly.

Scouse Mac: He never told me where he found them. But he told me how they work. It's a type of grenade. Twist the two halves apart and throw. Wipes out biological thing within two square miles...except the thrower. Finger print recognition it would seem.

Doc: This is incredible! How ever did he find out this information?

Scouse Mac: An unfortunate slip up somewhere in what used to be New Illinois...

He suddenly becomes a lot more focused, lifting up the cutters and aking for the door.

Scouse: Pleasure.

Before Doc can say a thing, Scouse has left. Doc is left pondering the new weapon with a dark grin on his face. Ending credits roll.