Taking off in a beige jet, flying above a busy highway. The cargo bay is empty and the doors are open and I give the command: fire the red lasers to prove to my companion that they can kill. An elderly couple in a gray coupe are sliced open. I use the lasers to burn up more innocent cars before the batteries run out and the jet crashes into a cathedral.
There is video evidence of my murders on my phone so I tuck it beneath my balls because it’s safest from the police there. I’m escorted to my father’s luxury, camouflaged naval cruiser by my brother and sister. Andrew LaManno and the police storm the ship as I watch the videos and charge the lasers.