"please! I don't have the money! how am I supposed to pay you without it?" a man screamed from a dark corner on a not so crowded street. from the perspective of someone walking by it would sound like extremely bad business, and it was, most of the men and woman who could witness the happening left before the bloodbath started. "suggestion: then why didn't you get the money beforehand?" the HK unit voiced, tightening his grip on the mans neck, lifting him off the ground. "how am I suppose to do that! its hard enough keeping a business up without the constant harassment of Jerek!" the man squeaked "statement: good news, you can keep your life" the HK spoke to the man dropping him to the ground. "thank you so much!" the man gaged through his injured throat. "objection: but you will not get away with your late payment" the droid spoke playfully. "what did you do!" the man questioned. " statement: you will find your business burned to the ground" the droid spoke and walked away listening to the mans sobs. 74 walked into a bar to sit down but was distracted by his sensors picking up a hostile environment between two gentlemen. HK sat back waiting for the fight to go down.
