"We'll worry about the even distribution of resources later. Now let's wake this forgeter up and ask him some questions," Daniel said, walking over to the man who had been whipped unconscious by a pistol.
"Wake up," Daniel patted against his face with his cold metal hand, to no avail.
"Wake up!" Daniel shouted, smacking him with his powerful metal hand, and the man shook awake, shouting out suddenly in pain.
"We've got some questions for you, punk," Daniel said, pacing back and forth. "First off, what floor is The Doctor on, and what room?"
"I... The Doctor he's, he's on floor fourteen. He's long gone by now, he moved offices," the thug responded through panicked breathing.
"Where's he gone? Where's his new office?" Daniel pressed, thumbing the grip on his PD-9.
"I don't know, I don't know I swear, he never tells anyone. All I know is that he hasn't finished moving, there's still a bunch of stuff in his office, look there or something, I don't know..." the thug said, eyeing Daniel's gun nervously.
"What floor is your boss on? The top? He got a penthouse or somethin'?" Daniel said, his index finger slid onto the trigger as his bit down on the inside of his cheeks.
"Yeah, yeah top floor, he's got all the guard up there, he doesn't wanna lose this place to another gang," the thug said, before eyeing Daniel and the crew up and down. "You guys new or somethin'? I'll -- I'll join your gang, I'm a good fighter, honest, I--"
"We ain't a gang," Daniel interrupted, "We're somethin' worse."
Suddently, Daniel stood up, reeling his right arm back and hooking the man across the face with his metal hand, a chilling crack could be heard as the cold steel cracked the man's skull, forcing blood out of the side of his head. The man slumped, his eyes wide.
"Let's go."