In the dim light of a deserted alleyway, Bleach and Dawg huddle against the graffiti-covered wall, each catching their ragged breaths. Close to them a terrified corporate in total shock.

"So, they're not above shooting their golden employee, eh?" Dawg chuckles, rubbing the fading crimson on his arm where a bullet grazed him.

Bleach scowls, "They just proved there's nothing they wouldn't do." He turned to the captive. "And you, are you willing to die for them?"