[ WP ] You and your cohorts have pulled off your heist as planned . Later , in your hideout , you see TV reports that the payload you hijacked is lethally radioactive

He thought about it again, for the bazillionth time, how in fucks name did i get here? He traces the steps again, this time starting way back, back when he can remember two faces, a male and a female, looking down at him lovingly. but he doesnt call these faces mom and dad, because he doesnt associate it that way, they're just faces. No stories attached, save the ones he's made up. The next memory is the foster home, and the next foster home, and the next, all of them mushing together in an indistinguishable haze of apathy abuse and neglect. From there it's pretty predictable he thought, aint like i was gon na be a brain surgeon. He couldnt shake the feeling though that there was something about him, something different, something that stood out. Not that anyone else every noticed it tho, and doesnt everyone, especially every child, feel this way? 
 
 He's rattled back into the present by the screams of his cohorts, `` goooooooo, go go go.'' So he does, he goes, the way he's always gone, the way he does things without it seeming like it's him doing it, the way he hates all these people but they are his only friends. 
 
 Later, in the hideout, when the beers are being drunk, the retelling and exaggeration of events underway, when he's feeling remorseful the way he always does, keeping to hiimself, someone, i think it was Ppierce, finally asks, `` so what in cock's name did we fucking steal?'' Rachel, the ostensible leader, says, `` Honestly i have no idea, i dont worry too much about the way, just the how much.'' Everyone nods their head as the cut on this one is way up there, more than any of them have made for one job before. An hour more of the bullshit is about all he can stand, and without a word he slips out to the truck, his xanadu, piece and quiet, and dozes off. 
 
 Back at the celebration party, things turn nefarious, as they are known to do among thieves. it's clear their opinion of him is low, and now that he has performed his task there seems to be some discussion of his offing, and how that would effect the split. this is being discussed in a cold calculating manner just as everyone's attention is drawn to the television screen. 
 
 `` Thank you JIm, we can confirm the reports that highly unstable radioactive chemicals have been stolen from the Dykes Laboratory this evening. We are advising everyone in a 30 mile area to stay indoors until this situation is deemed safe. The assailants, according to eyewitness reports, did not appear to be wearing hazmat suits so unless they know something that we dont Jim they probably arent feeling too well right now. Back to you JIm.'' 
 `` Thank you Steve, certainly a bizarre and confusing crime, we'll be monitoring the situation until it's resolved, keep it here. coming up, are you paying too much for deodarant? KLMS 1 investigates.'' 
 
 No one says anything for a good ten seconds. Just blank, empty stares. Then it finally sinks in. Panic, despair, denial. All of it. It's too late, the exposure is too deep, but they dont know it yet. in fact, they feel fine. Some convince themselves it's a hoax, someone's trying to set them up. `` Would n't we feel something??'' Pierce says. No one's sure. 
 
 He awakes with a start, unsure of where he is. His head is ringing, people are shouting at him it feels like. He stretches and accidentally hits the celing with his fist. Busts a hole right through it. `` What the fuck,'' he thinks. He stumbles out of the van to look for his cohorts, see what the plan is from here. The screaming wont stop tho. Something's not right. He walks into the hideout, and gasps immediately. All four of his cohorts, lying motionless, blood and fluid and god knows what spilled around their bodies. They are unmistakably dead. He sits assessing the situation for what seems like forever but is probably not more than ten seconds. Everyone's dead, he's alive. That's about as far as he got. He is not sad about this. He is not happy about this. He just is. He realizes he must get out of here though, this certainly does not look good for him. He takes off running as fast as he can, and it's like, umm, real fast. Faster than he's ever moved before. `` Adrenaline,'' he thinks, as he, without thought, like he's done it his whole life, shoots his fist into the air and takes off flying. He is born.
