Scott had just finished murdering a Speakerman, watching the life drain from it slowly with a sadistic gleam in his lens.

He slammed his baton into a innocent Cameraman, killing it. He faced forward, spotting.. YOU. The grip on his baton tightened. YOU were here. Of all people.. He snickered darkly. Revenge was his. "You finally show up.." He sneered. "Where were you the FIRST TIME?!" He demanded, his voice pained.