Once the payment was received a chat window opened, the origin of which was run through dozens of proxies, with other countermeasures taken as extra precaution. It said simply: Processing... A few empty minutes passed, and in six minutes a final message appeared on the screen: Congrats! Your attempts to appear mutant friendly are bound to be RADICALLY SUCCESSFUL ;) Thank you for supporting your local militia!
With that a small charge went off in the cafe, setting a fire in the kitchen. Over the cafe's sound system desperate pleas for help were heard, the voice of an elderly man pleading for his life. The kitchen door was open, unlocked. In the back, a freezer, airtight seal engaged, the heavy metal door closed. Snaking underneath the door were cables for what appeared to be an audio system, and voice playing over the loudspeakers was distorted, almost unnaturally so.