“The sewers, a place of disgust, displeasure and discontent where the wetness of the urine and faeces combined within the hallways permeated throughout the atmosphere running through each tunnel, each drainage and each hidden gate but the stench wasn’t alone in running across the hallway as several men who had armoured black garments with a medieval gas mask attached to their faces equipped with an M-14 rifle with laser technology retreated hastely towards the end of the tunnel as they thought something beamed at the end of the tunnel despite the dark predicament they were in but a glimmer of light was shone as they ran, where they saw two tunnels perpendicular to the tunnel they were currently. A sigh of relief rushed into series of controlled breaths via the nostrils without entering a state that is of similitude of a coward panicking as his spectacular tools slipped from his hand however it is of no denial that they slipped from but not from a weak bandit but of something that is an unusual phenomena in which they sprinted from to the edge of those tunnels in which they took cover from what seemed from the apparent, a man. Apparently a man who wore a black leather jacket, with black leather gloves and leather boots stepped into the filth. His ‘face’ was of something that had pale ‘skin’ which you expect from someone who was shocked. He looked down and raised the head towards the end of the tunnel in which said, ‘Heretics. In this area surrounded by impurity, which do you think is more impure? You or the bird droppings that I stepped on?’. The three men gripped their guns more intensely than they had before. Their legs were in position and subtle hand movements were signalled. ‘What is with your silence? Are you not able to deal with no music beating the door in your ears you foolish heretics!’ The three men took their position. One to the left of the mysterious man took lunge stretch position as he pointed the gun at the ‘head’ of the mysterious man and again one to the left of the mysterious man took a standing position as he pointed the gun at the ‘head’ of the mysterious man and one to the right of the mysterious man did the same thing. Bodies were tightened. Gaze became narrower and the breaths were drawn as the three men flickered their fingers on the trigger as the beaming lasers which was shined through the sewer. Glimmers of light were shown. Yet the darkness befell the sewers again as the mysterious man refused to dodge these laser as he twisted his body and used his arm in defending his ‘head’ in which he said in a disappointed tone of voice, ‘Is this the ferociousness of the council? Thats it? A few marks there and there but not much has changed huh. And now witness the…the blades, if you can see them of course.’ Metal blades shaped like a hook but of wide length began coming out of the layer of the ‘head’ of the mysterious man with a metal armoured head beneath it protecting the flesh of the actual man as the blades coming out with fiber optic cables attached to the end of where the blade is held by the toolsman. But in this case the toolsman is the mysterious man with the damaged leather jacket who seeming stood there as the blades chased after the three men, in such rapid fashion, the necks were already slit whereby they fell to the ground with their blood leaking and mixing with sewage on the floor. As the mysterious man gazed upon the bodies of the three man on the floor, he said, ‘You were worth less than a bunch of bird droppings.’”