Schaffe was walking down a street in the city. He was thinking of what just happened as he learned the truth of what happened in Philadelphia years ago learned that he is Diablo and he killed innocent people.
"What do I do now?" questioned Schaffe. He would hear a phone ring. He looked and saw a phone on a bench which was still working. He goes and picks it up and answers.
"Now, we can talk alone now," said Phantom.
"You're that guy from that theater?" questioned Schaffe.
"Correct, I am Phantom. I wanted to get you here for a while now. But after me waiting you finally showed up," said Phantom.
"What do you want? It cannot be because you are a fan of mine with that film," said Schaffe.
"Ah, so smart. Well, it is simply what I want," said Phantom. "I would like to take my revenge on you for what you did to me and those people you killed."
"What? Are you a survivor?" asked Schaffe.
"But not just you Ian and Alan. That bitch in the Brotherhood," said Phantom.
"Hey, you can take me but leave them out of this," said Schaffe.
"Sorry, but it's time you repent for your sins, Deathclaw," said Phantom. "I have the best way we can do that." Schaffe would see a blue light shoot up in the sky in the distance which would become a forcefield that covered the whole city.
"What this?" questioned Schaffe.
"Simple we are going to play a game. One rule of this game survive. If you win you get to live. But if you lose you dead anyway," said Phantom.
"Fuck, what about my friends?" asked Schaffe.
"They would just have to follow the same rules, good luck," said Phantom. The call ends. Schaffe throws the phone at the wall and it shatters.
"Damn, he wanted this. I guess I must win this game and that is where I do that," said Schaffe looking at the light and starting to head in that direction.
They return to the RV and wait for Schaffe to come back. They would see the forcefield go up.
"What going on?" asked Punk.
"It seems Phantom wants to keep us here," said Alan. Ian was smoking his last cigarette.
"We should go find him," said Jess.
"Yeah, he's being targeted," said Alan. They would see an army of bandits arrive on the beach.
"We come to kill you, bitches," said The Bandit.
"Piss off, I am not in the mood to deal with you," said Ian. The Bandit shoots a revolver from his left hand at his cigarette. Ian drops the butt of it.
"Sorry, pal. But we are not joking here," said The Bandit. Ian gets up and grabs his handgun in his left hand.
"I had enough. I guess I got to kill you now," said Ian.
"What?" questioned The Bandit before Ian shot him in the head killing him.
"So, where do we start? I need to relieve some stress from today," said Ian, His right robot hand opens and a blade pops out. They all get their weapons out and start shooting at each other.