"So, what's the damage Chico?" Asked Mr. Smith.

"We have confirmed with the FAO guild that the head belongs to the villain Puzzle Master. We have retrieved most of his left arm but the rest of the body is spread out and it will need to be pieced together by the M.E." Replied Chico.

"And the rest?"

"The hero, Mongoose, received the brunt of the damage and is in critical condition but is expected to survive. Also, two henchmen are dead, another two are in critical with a 50/50 chance of survival, and five more are injured but are expected to fully recover. Finally, the guards were under some rubble but fortunately only one suffered a concussion and that is it."

"It's good the guards are alright but this never would happen if we took those guys down."

"Mr. Smith, you know that we are in a del-"

"Stop spewing their bullshit Chico. The higher ups feed you that shit so as to keep people like us in line. They are gutless cowards that won't fix this world."

"Then what about the GOP, they fight to keep the FAO in check."

"More bullshit, they don't desire peace because they won't get any more benefits. Listen to me Chico,

those backstabbing shitstains collude with the FAO to keep this senseless violence going. What I want, what we should all want is for this all to end so that the civilians can live their lives in peace instead of this." Mr. Smith then kicks some charred rubble on the floor.