Under the night sky over a sprawling city, urgent voices ring out: "UNDERSTAND?! YOU HAVE TO STOP THEM!! DON'T LET THEM GET ANY CLOSER TO THE BUILDING!" and "FIREARMS? HOW MANY MEN?!" Below, suited men scramble across a rooftop and around a white van. One bald man carrying an injured figure demands, "WHERE'S THE PATIENT?" Another notes, "SINCE WHEN HAS THIS PLACE BEEN A BATTLEFIELD?" A spiky-haired man peers over the ledge, shouting, "THERE'S ONLY ABOUT 10 OF THEM, AND THEY ATTACKED US!" and "SHIT! THEY'RE EVEN CRAZIER THAN WE THOUGHT!!!" Suddenly a gun is pressed to an elderly man's temple with a sharp "TAC"; the shot fires, sending him reeling. A stern man with a ponytail appears, ordering, "FOLLOW ME. MAKE THE LEAST SUSPICIOUS MOVE, AND YOU'RE DEAD." Multiple handguns click into position around the group with repeated "clic clic" sounds.