Both of the choking operators began to sputter, cough and gasp desperately. One held on to the other while they both fell to their knees and slowly suffocated for their crimes. Nothing to say, no air to breathe, this was simply the end. Death by asphyxiation was not a pleasant way to go.

The man at the button watched in horror as his coworkers slowly died in front of him. One hand raised to his mouth to cover his horror, deepened only by the realization of how their assailant had obviously gone rogue in order to dispatch them. There were no rules anymore; this was a mission of revenge. Something didn't sit right, however, and he was damned if he was going to go to his grave with such a trivial, stupid question spinning in his mind. "Why was he so afraid? If his brother had come to save him..."

The woman spun around in complete indignation. "That's what you care about now?! He's killing us and you want to know about the Thanksgiving family spat?! Go to hell!" She turned back around, facing those who were dying or already dead. "All of you!"