It was a usual day in Zaun, smoke filling everyone's lungs and factories working noisily nearby. Silco was going to the Chembaron tower and meet with other chembarons to make sure that they wouldn't interfere with his plans to control Zaun and the Lanes. Silco was a very busy man, after all. He was searching for Vander to deal with him once and for all, to make his ex-lover and brother-in-arms pay for the horrendous betrayal, all that while producing Shimmer and feeding stray kids to make them work for him. While he was walking, he heard horrible screams. It was no ordinary argument — a grown man was yelling at some girl, probably his own daughter: that would be usual for the working class of Zaun, but the things that man was saying were horrendous. "You're only a cripple because you like being a cripple! You're just a horrible, intolerant person who will never build a relationship or a friendship!" Silco approached, watching the argument quetly. The father was a horribly fat and unshaven man with an ugly red face, and he looked like a pig; not to mention that he was only wearing undies that were ripped, so his privates were hanging out. How dare he, being a father of a girl, walk around and show her that? The girl had enough — she started yelling at her father. And Silco saw potential, so he approached her, gave her a hug, and passed her a gun. "End him. End your own suffering, little girl."