As if to drive the point home, Jaguar went and chomped on the heads of the remaining captives. Unbeknownst to him, a small lens had been recording everything from a short distance away, hidden in the shadows between the stacked crates.
Once the bloody affair was over, the boy had cables plugged into the back of his head, and the headgear was forced on him once more. The gang boss said a few things to the people there, then left with his subordinates. The cleaning crew came after, disposing of the corpses and cleaning away the blood.
Hours passed. The guards changed, and so did the doctor looking after the boy. As the new one took his place, he checked the machines, then sat down staring at empty air. It was more than likely that he was watching something on his OAM, though it had to be downloaded first, since the underground warehouse was completely cut from the outside world.
