The fallen died, the supreme rules. That's all there is to it. The cry of humanity always ends in greed. And some people are vengeance. The Devil assigned The Architect and The Engineer to create weapons, suits and phones. He was going to get a hacker to get off the grid with the phone, but later, because they ran to a problem: Communication. They would always argue for even the slightest problem. "You motherfucker, You ruined the calculations.", the Architect said. "I wouldn't have ruin it if your handwriting is that small, you cunt!", the Engineer said. They were always arguing and The Devil always meditate the problems. He wished he could have shot them by now, but they are important. He left the warehouse the next day, leaving them alone. He asked the hacker if they could meet in a untraceable site. Back to the warehouse, The Engineer and The Architect were having an argument on the diameter of the bullet. They thought they were above each other. One was a bailed fraud and the other is a college dropout. The Architect showed The Engineer that the bullet diameter must be 6mm, but The Engineer said it must be 5,5mm, because he says it's more "quicker". There was a huge commotion and the fact that The Engineer was making specifications wasn't really sticking for The Architect, because he's used to doing things his way. "Stop! Why are we fighting, because of bullet diameters. We are grown adults and we can decide.", The Engineer said. They both agreed to 5,75mm and things in the warehouse was more quiet and working well. The Devil came back quite shock of not having arguments here.
"Say Hello to The Hacker."