Screams. Screams of pain. Of sorrow. Of anger and repentance. Only some were calm. The bodies of the dead littering outside. "Speak." A firm voice commanded. A man,tied to a chair, spay a tooth and s bit of blood at the firm voice shouting "FUCK YOU!" The man removed a cleaner that was imbedded in the table. He folder the man's hands and fingers to the table. He slammed the cleaner down. 3 fingers came off the right hand. "Have fun groping my wife's body with that punk. Now. Speak." The man said as agonizing screams echoed from the warehouse. "OKAY! OKAY I'LL TALK!" The man whimpered. "It was from higher up. You used to help us. But then you abandoned us. He wanted revenge." "Who." "I don't know!" The man sobbed. Yakov leaned down and turned the man's head to all the red milk jugs over in the corner. There were hundreds. "Wrong anwser." He placed a funnel underneath the man's throat. He pulled out his knife. The man was shouting "NO NO NO GOD PLEASE NO I WANT TO LIVE. FALCON IT WAS FALCON MY ORDERS CAME FROM FALCON!" The knife stopped. Yakov looked at the man and said "Thank you. Now you are going to deliver a message. Salt and the brand's Z." An old man walked over and placed 26 metal rods with letters attached on the end. The letters were in very small but readable print. Yakov whispered to Z and he was given a worm like machine. "This is going in you. I'm going to rip out your tounge,cut off your hands. Put nails in your feet and burn the wounds shut. My letter will be burned onto your chest. Don't scream much." Yakov slid a piece of rope into the man's mouth and titghtned it tying it behind his neck. He then went to work. Salting every wound. He put him in the back of a van and kicked him out infromt of a black market hub saying "Send the message then get help. I expect a response in 2 days. Otherwise. That device will detonate." Yakov slammed the door shut and drove off leaving the man to stumble into the black market hub in search of FALCON.