"Call the guys at the factory later. Tell them to hurry over and move all these supplies."
The few pharmaceutical factory workers guarding the warehouse entrance were discussing this amongst themselves.
"With the supplies in this warehouse, we can definitely survive this month, even without a rescue team!"
"Group Leader, you don't think the Sheriff will come after us later, do you?"
"So what if they do! This is an emergency. I've read the law. What we're doing is called 'emergency necessity.' It's not illegal at all!"
"Huh? Really?"
"Oh, I see! In that case—"
THUD!
Before the factory worker could finish his sentence, he felt a sharp pain on the side of his face. A massive force slammed into him, and he crashed to the ground, knocked out cold.
The other factory workers stared in stunned silence, only then realizing that someone in a hood, scarf, and mask had just punched their buddy to the ground.
"Who the fuck are you! You looking to die?!"
"Son of a bitch, get him!"
