Skyfall Chapter 2

Corlioni sat on the crate, smoking a cigar, as he heard the thunder of the Deployer sound for the last time of the week. "Boss," one of the men surrounding him called, "want us to go check out that last pod?". Corlioni shook him head. He was tired, didn't want to deal with some new guy. The mob had been raiding for weeks now, taking out little pockets of prison gangs. Corlioni threw his cigar down, and walked up the steps of his mansion. He thought  about the deal he had cut ten years ago. If he agreed to serve his life in Prison City, him, his men, and property would be spared from Skyfall. The devastation was massive. A whole city bombed to hell, the payload an explosive bioweapon. The gas was gone now, but the city was still deadly, crawling with Corlioni's mob, and those creatures. Mutants that grew because of the gas. Damned hell hole. But Corlioni still had his little haven. He ordered his men to set the sentry sensors to high, and to close the gate for the night.