Barnabus Morley straightened his safari hat and squared himself against the metal railing. His feet shuffled on the metal slatted catwalk, squeaking slightly. He ran a hand along the polished wood of his electric rifle. With a finger, he rubbed away a speck of dirt. “Right-o.” he said cheerily as the lifted his weapon, looking down the sights. He scanned the field below. The hanger he was in used to house blimps, but it had been converted to a nature reserve in recent years. Instead of a cement floor, the ground several stories beneath his perch was covered in grass and trees. Above, the ceiling had been modified to support hundreds of large skylights, letting in a plethora of early afternoon sun.
“Let ’em out!” Barnabus’s mustache shook vigorously as he shouted, gripping his electric rifle with stark anticipation. There was a loud sound of a switch being thrown, followed by a strong electric buzzing. From below, scraping of metal signaled the cages being opened.
“Ha ha!” Barnabus let out a cheery laugh as the figures began making a mad dash across the artificial savannah. As he cocked his rifle a high pitched electric whine filled the air and his hairs stood on end. He peered down the sights, watching as the naked black woman scrambled away. “Got you…” he whispered as he pulled down on the trigger. The rifle made a whirring sound and a bolt of blue energy shot from his gun, streaking across the field and impacting the woman square in the back. The electricity coursed over her body and she screamed in pain as she fell over.