A dirty looking Corsair walks into the bar wearing a long black coat and sees a Group of IMG, a mix of FTU and Reaper-17's are jokingly sitting there having a nice old chat. About the huge profits they will make from selling gold ore from their bases. The Corsair walks up to their table and stares blankly at them!!
From under his jacket he pulls out 2 concealed pulse rifles, before the IMG have a chance to react he empties 2 Clips of Ammo into all of them. Screams are heard but the Corsair calmly walks out, leaving the dead IMG in a pool of Blood, slumped at the table