Hell broke loose once again as the sounds of automatic weapons echoed through the downtown area as members of both sides exchanged shots. Inside the restaurant, chaos and confusion unfolded however, the mayor was escorted away from the front of the restaurant as he listened to a distorted message over his phone. After the call was finished he tucked the phone back in his suit jacket and began moving through the crowd to the rear of the restaurant, as more screams were heard followed by the sound of shattering glass.

"Son of a bitch... get me out of here!" he exclaimed, and Omicron's men did just that and apparently, just in the nick of time. Some hours later, after spending time in an undisclosed location to ride out the attack, he was brought back to City Hall where inside, members of his cabinet were gathered in a large conference room.

"This is insane. It has to stop. I need to implement a few more standards and send a clear message." the mayor stated, running a hand across his face.

"How's the deputy director's finger?" A member, Janet, had asked.

"Probably being reattached at the medical center. He knew what he was getting into when he accepted the position. Lets focus on... actually, clear the room please." the mayor requested, obviously irritated. A few moments later the room was empty and he initiated a secure teleconference call with the Commander of the ASF.

"Sir, my apologies for what happened tonight." the man said, right off the bat.

"If you were sorry your men would have done a better job. I'm getting fed up with these assholes so it's time to up the ante. First off, I want your intelligence unit to start running down any friends and relatives of known resistance members. Have your officers pull them over and be stern when asking them out of the vehicle and if they resist, tag em and bag em. If they don't resist, then find some class X narcotics on them and bring them to the detention center. Second, I want an RCM to that 'bakery' you've been investigating. Wipe that fucker off the map." he instructed, staring coldly at the large television screen.

"Can do sir, consider it done." the Commander replied, before they ended the call. The Mayor then placed a call to the SAF.

"Director Porter, how's the Adjustment Facility these days?" the Mayor asked, casually.

"Mister Mayor, things are splendid, in fact I have great news. A decent number of resistance members here have been, reprogrammed, if you will. On the outside they'll be acting as per usual, however in the inside, on an unconscious level, they'll be loyal to us. It's like having our own little army of infiltrators. It's a whole new system but it's proving to be very effective. I should mention, it didn't work on everybody, there's a small group that had no effect." the director explained, with some hesitation.

"My my, this is great news, perhaps you've earned a salary bump. I want those refurbished assholes released tomorrow morning and I want the bus carrying them to break down and I want them to escape. ASF will be slow to respond as to allow them to scurry back to their respective hideouts. As for that second group, inject them now and put the feed on my other screen." the Mayor demanded. A few moments later a camera feed showed up on his second screen, showing a line of men strapped to chairs. A small device lowered behind the first man, the arm of the machine was equipped with a needle, which was thrust into the back of the man's neck. The machine would glide along a rail, repeating the same action until the whole row of men were leaning forward, dead. The Mayor then terminated the call.

Thirty minutes later, in South Brook, a large black helicopter hovered in the night sky, slowly lowering an RCM onto the street below, before flying off and returning to the ASF headquarters. Back at City Hall, the Mayor watched as a live feed from one of the RCM's cameras popped up on a screen, showing a building at the street corner, before he heard the operator's voice.

"I was told you wanted to handle the instructions, sir." the officer stated.

"That's correct, in fact, do whatever you want. Trash the place. I don't want ANY survivors." he almost barked out the demand.

The operator flipped a few switches, as large flood lamps on the front illuminated the building and various red and blue lights starting dancing around on the front of the machine. Hitting a few more switches and grabbing two handles, the operator began following his instructions, all while the Mayor watched. Three metal panels on the front of the RCM slid to the side, one producing a six-barrel laser gun, the second an eight-barrel rotating gun and a four-barrel tear gas cannon. First the lasers were fired, taking out chunks of the brick building and busting out windows and the large glass panes of the first floor, followed by accurate rounds of the tear gas canisters into the building. A few moments later, the eight-barrel weapon began slowly spinning before picking up speed and letting loose a barrage of bullets. It began tearing through the building and resistance members that were coming out the front door, destroying garbage cans, a blue postal box, and ultimately blowing up two vehicles parked outside before the rotating gun came to a stop.

"Marvelous!" the Mayor said with a hearty laugh, "Perfect, now do a sweep and go home." Within five minutes, a few large armored vehicles rolled up and a decent sized group of men combed the building, killing any survivors and clearing the place of weapons and drugs.

"You seemed to enjoy that more than you should, mister Mayor." the lady aide in his office chimed in. The Mayor placed his hands behind his head and turned in his chair to face her.

"Watch your mouth. I'm doing my constituents a service here. That place was a weapon and drug hotspot and it's no longer a problem." he informed her, with a stern voice. "Besides, they made an attempt to kill me today and I'm not very fond of that."