<div style="text-indent:1em;">Vince looks around. Vince is utterly confused. <span style="font-style: italic">"Well, this certainly isn't my apartment. Not a TV to be seen. And I'm not asleep on the couch."</span> Vince gets up from the ground and dusts himself off. <span style="font-style: italic">"Now, first I'd like to ask: Where am I? Also, is this a crack den?"</span> Vince walks around, he doesn't even know what to do. Not that he cares, but he'd really like to find food or something. Vince looks over at Strata. <span style="font-style: italic">"Hey, y'got food or something? Maybe like a ham sandwich?"</span> Vince eventually finds a sandwich and starts to eat it. <span style="font-style: italic">"So, what drugs do y'make here? Crystal meth? Heroin? Or is it a simple weed greenhouse?"</span></div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Meanwhile, at the tyrants fortress, a few scouts are darting over to the tyrant, Motherboard's office. Inside the office was a supercomputer, roughly around 60 square feet large. <span style="font-style: italic">"Ma'am! The-the S.W.A.T squadron you sent after Vince..."</span> The scout shakily said, knowing how Motherboard takes bad news. <span style="font-style: italic">"Yes? Go on."</span> Motherboard said in an eerily calm voice. <span style="font-style: italic">"They, uh. They... The S.W.A.T team---" "Spit it out."</span> Motherboard was getting impatient. <span style="font-style: italic">"They...they...were killed. By a man in a mask and a man with red and blue hair."</span> Motherboard kept a stoic face for thirty, agonizing seconds. She finally said <span style="font-style: italic">"And you didn't. Call. For back up."</span> She then sent a message to the bodyguards, prompting them to drag the scouts into a gas chamber.</div>