Badlands.
The scene of a car accident.
Several burning cars were stuck nose-down in the ground, and a few unlucky bastards lay there howling. They were clearly the main victims of this massive pileup.
The Wraiths stood with their guns raised, all their barrels aimed at two men on the ground, clutching their heads.
Mitch and Scorpion.
Mitch wore a green suit of combat armor, while Scorpion wore an orange leather jacket over his combat gear. Both had pretty badass cybernetic arms on their left sides.
Kneeling on the ground, Mitch sweated and managed a strained smile. "Well, we're screwed."
"Like I needed you to tell me that-listen up, you bastards. You got a taste of some new kibble, and now you're getting bolder and bolder, huh?"
The Wraith leading them kicked Scorpion!
Thud!
The kick left Scorpion dazed. He sprawled on the ground and didn't get up for a long while.
Seeing him like that, the Wraiths burst out laughing.
"Haha-stray dogs that eat dirt!"
The Wraith who'd kicked him laughed the loudest. A pair of gray-black Gorilla Arms swayed with his laughter, their synthetic fibers clearly high-end.
Mitch looked at Scorpion with concern, but the man grabbed Mitch by the throat and lifted him with one hand!
"Listen, you two. You've got such badass Cyberware, yet you're still hanging around with those brain-dead idiots. If you've ended up like this today, blame yourselves for picking the wrong side.
"But now, things are a little special. You get to choose: I can rip you apart and toss you on the scrap heap,
"or you can kill the other guy and join me."
Thud.
Mitch hit the ground, still struggling to catch his breath.
The two brothers on the ground took a moment to recover, then lifted their heads and