"This is getting out of hand." I said to Myles, who was fiddling with the iron sights of a Mosin-Nagant. I could  hear Albert panting in the back, and chewing on his squeaky toy shaped like the CEO of Australia Corp.

"Yeah, why doesn't, like, Apple buy them or something?" said Myles, loading multiple firearms.

"Imagine what they could do with 100 trillion dollars, 500 mercenaries, a-"

"It's 5:00 am. It's time." said Myles, interrupting me and cocking a pistol.

I opened the door of the truck and rolled onto the tarmac of the Australia Co. parking lot, firing an M-60. In the corner of my eye, I could see Myles leveling the building and shooting down at