Code: The plaza was packed, and all did await, The punishment fitting Plisken's fate. They stood, whispering under the rain. Then all silence was broken with a scream of pain. The scream was of agony, absolute. True pain, the watchers couldn't refute. At last, the inspectors revealed the source: he was kicked down the stairs without any remorse. He tumbled and bounced again and again, and was finally introduced as the Warden. Plisken holding camp, he did oversee "After all these years you do this to me?" He was silenced with haste, a suit shoe to his face; sent his head to the ground, some gasped others frowned, If one thing was certain, no one was happy to see: Vonel, McCallister, Buckow the inspectors three. Vonel strutted forward, to address the crowd, McCallister beat the warden and Buck looked quite proud. "Who we are, what we do, don't be concerned. Though I'm sure you're aware we've earned: A reputation as the vigilant few, who watch over and protect all of you." Vonel continued to speak and pace, McCallister continued to dent the warden's face, and Buckow looked quite proud. "This, is to show, failure isn't allowed, I wouldn't trust the CP to paint a fence, after all they show only incompetence!" As Vonel paused for emphasis, once more the warden's face met fist, he lay on the floor, began to splutter and wheeze, he looked at the crowd and croaked "Please..." But none would offer a helping hand, and blow after blow continued to land. The plaza watched in horror, taking it in, so much they wouldn't realise they'd soaked to the skin, they thought they'd seen the worst, but still, it all changed when McCallister drew his pistol. He stood side on so the crowd could see Warden begged once more "Don't kill me!" His pleas went unheard as his head was shot, but two bangs could be heard by the lot. Vonel saw it first and reacted fast, he took out the SHIELD with blast after blast. But he didn't see in the corner of his view, The SInt shot at him, and was then shot too. Buckow pulled the trigger again and again, before stopping for a moment until when: the janitor grabbed the PSYCHO, Buckow quickly put him on death row, and loosed eighteen shots into his back, and with that swiftly ended the attack. Vonel was quick to negotiate with the SeC, who caressed Vonel and dreamt of breaking his neck. Vonel promised he'd write up a report, but wasted all his paper building a fort.