It was a cold foggy night on highway 54. You can smell the grass from the field just beside the road. Dim lights from street lamps can also be seen from afar. It was dead silent, you cannot hear nor see any cars passing by.

( Highway 54 is a detour for large delivery trucks. Although the highway is less congested than the other highways, truck operators doesn't use it that much because of the poor lightings and rampant hijacking reported on that route. It is rumored that only a few truck operators can pass the highway safely without any harm done because of their "PROTECTION". They pay certain fees from certain "businessman" to "protect" them from any hijacking. The press insists that it is a racket from the mafiosos but the operators denies the allegations. )

LCB forwarding company is a small logistics company that is based in Bronx and provides forwarding service across the nation. Rumors suggests that LCB availed a "protection" from one crime syndicate faction in Bronx. That is why the company provides excellent efficiency and almost 0% loss on the past few years. They also won the trust of the people of NY because of their high quality service. In fact, they started moving high profile items such as expensive jewelries and bags of cash with 100% safety ratings and 0% chance of losing or damaging the delivered goods.

It was a normal day. The crew loads the items for delivery into the truck and locked it. The dispatcher signals the driver to go and off it went. 15 mins on the road the driver listened to the radio and heard that there is a major standstill traffic on the route provided for them. He decided to make a detour on highway 54.

Driver 1: Fucking cars. always fucking up our delivery time. Looks like we have to be awake all night. Highway 54's light is pretty fucking terrible and you need to guide me.

Driver 2: Yeah whatever, as long as you don't nag like my wife... I have no problem with it.

They took the detour on highway 54 and just like what they expected, it was dark but there was no traffic at all.

Driver 1: Good thing these fucking Italians got our back. Back in the old days, you'll go home with a broken leg or a bullet in your head when you pass this road without paying their "taxes". I'm against them and their fucking cosa nostra or whatever they call it. Trust me, if they try to hustle me, i'll break their fucking skull and put a bullet straight up their ass.

Driver 2: Good fucking lawd. Can't you just drive and shut the fuck up? If they hear you say that, they will cut your tongue and break every single bone in your body so shut the fuck up will you?

Driver 1: Whatever puss. I'm just saying...fuck them.

Both continued chatting and arguing about the taxes they pay to the mob and their views about the cosa nostra. Until...

*BANG* *SCREEEEEEETCH* The driver steps on the break hard and they stopped.

Driver1: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? OUR TIRES BLEW UP!!! I fucking told them to change the tires before we left. fucking hell. Go grab the spare and I'll find my tools.

Out of nowhere 3 guys wearing a trench coat and smoking a cigar approached the truck. The smell of cigar and perfume is strong and they have a little grin on their faces. The 2 guys went around the truck and the other guy wearing a fedora approached the driver inside the truck.

Oculus: Hello there my friend, I think you have a little problem here don't we? I think me and my friends can help you fix this tiny problem and make it easy for all of us.

The driver was trembling when he saw his face. He is sweating all over and he cant move a single muscle because of his fear. He tries to reach his gun under his seat when Oculus pulls him out of the truck and drags him to the side of the road.

Oculus: Hey there big guy. easy. I don't think that is a good idea. *Oculus swinged and hits the driver* Now can we talk?

Blood was dripping from the driver's forehead and he was stuttering

Driver1: Fu..cki..ng.... Ass..holes...we payed you...our boss..will find out about this.

Oculus: Oh no no no no no. no. We are not them. We are different. Oculus smiles 

Driver1: you're fucking dead. When they find out what you did, you're fucking dead.

Oculus reached in his pockets and opened a box containing a finger.

AH. You're referring to this guy? Well let me tell you something, that guy was pretty smart for taxing you guys. But he doesn't have the balls nor the brains. He thinks that he is untouchable. And well let me tell you...We took care of him. He is in a better place now and we are quite sure that he is untouchable there from 6 feet below the ground. 

I want to make this extra fucking clear to you. His bodyguards drag the other driver in front of the first driver. He was beaten into bloody pulp and was forced to kneel infront of his friend.

I'm your fucking boss now. Everytime you travel or everytime you have anything important to deliver, You tell me. I want to know every thing you carry inside your precious little truck. I want you to tell everyfucking one in your fucking company about me and about what I told you tonight. And don't you fucking dare run to the cops because I skin rats and rip them apart. As a fucking token of our friendship... I'll take your truck and everything inside it and well you can have your miserable life and go home alive tonight. I'll be waiting for you my friend!

Oculus gave the driver a card

Eye Trucking Insurance Co.

Oculus

Chicago Branch

Oculus walks away leaving the two drivers frozen scared.

*BAAAANG!* Brains splattered all over the first driver. Oculus shot the second driver kneeling infront of him.

Sorry big guy. I just need to make sure you understand everything I told you. Take care, I'll see you soon.