Good, I'm glad we see eye to eye, Daemon says, his gaze fixed on Mack as he squirms under the sight of the vidfeed images still on the screens behind the chair. He reaches into the top drawer of his desk and produces a small data chip and inserts it into a small device on his desk. The vidscreens clear and a few scanned documents and layouts appears. The seem to be building schematics.
You see even for those in the line of business I'm in, there is plenty of competition out there. Rival gangs, entire competing operations. It seems just like the corporate sector, making a living out here is getting hard, he says. He turns and gestures to his office, Well, at least harder. This building on the screen here is the hideout of an up and coming gang. They are known so far only as the sixers. Normally these startups are easily pushed out of the market we have going here, but this group has become... persistent. I want to send them a little gift.
At this he produces a small item, that you recognize as a small anti-matter explosive. Though small, the device has enough power in it to level a small factory, such as the one displayed in the images behind Daemon. He slides it across the table. The task is simple enough, get inside the factory of the sixers, place this device in roughly the center of the structure, hit the timer, and run like hell. It practically takes care of itself.