Bagelman loaded his AACC in preparation for the firefight that would soon break out. He calmly walked down the apartment stairs until he saw the first two Baguettes. He whipped out his Fortuna and fired a shot... into the ground. "Hands up or I'll shoot!" He barked.

The Baguettes wisely obeyed leaving weapons on the floor, and a clear path for Bagelman to take. As he walked out of the apartment the sight of Baguettes marching the streets scared him, but when they saw a bagel, they did not hold back. Bagelman saw at least 20 bullets pierce his comrades side before falling all too quickly. He looked somberly in the distance for only a moment, before getting back to the task at hand. Baguettes watching the building started to raise the alarm, but to no avail with one swift arc of the hand and two shots, the guards fell, still clutching the alarm. The gunshot made up for it, and after nearly a minute of grouping up the Baguettes charged. It turns out a large group of people is a good place to fire an explosive... A cupcake landed in the center of the group, leaving nothing but sprinkles and crumbs. A whole Baguette squad crumbled in a single action. How many more would fight him? He thought about this as he walked along, slowly reloading his devastating weapon, and soon another Squad of Baguettes was charging him. Sadly they fell victim to the same tactic, and a explosive cupcake rocketed towards them landing in the center. Within seconds all who stood in the blast radius were killed or laying in the street screaming in agony.

It would seem after hours of hunting down squads of Baguettes and leaving corpses lying in the street, he was finished. Not by a long shot. Just after catching his breath he heard a great shout, a cacophony of screams and crying, Bagelman knew his work was not complete. He pulled out a great gun, a Dunker 706 Automatic, top of the line, and property of the Council of Knives. As he started to reload the gun he saw it. A team of brownies lined up to make the killing shot. How did Bagelman get brownies? The elite of the elite, but also the most expensive, he had paid top money for these. All were lining up a shot with the best equipment that money could buy. These brownies couldn't have expected him to fire so quickly. Crackers tore through the thin armor the Brownies wore, mere chocolate chip plating was no match for rock hard crackers flying towards them at 100 mph. Only one fired a shot from their sniper rifle soaring high into the sky, far off from the original shot. Bagelman decided to finish the job, and fired six shots into each of them, leaving fudge oozing on the pavement.

Bagelman's secret weapon was defeated, or was it? He saw the bagels rounded up to die by firing squad. The Brownies were a distraction! A fire welled up in him, a fire of rage. He began to reload his machine gun, and the fire inside him started to burn blue. All his emotions were gone, all but rage. He felt strong, and the fire burned so hot it melted his surroundings, until the only thing he could see were his gun, and his targets. His finger started to move towards the trigger, when he heard the guns ring out in unison. The fire now burned white hot, and he found the courage to fire into the guards. One, two, three, then more. Guards were falling left and right. His fire would not be quenched that easily. The fire continued into the guards, and then he saw it. The row of dead bagels and five feet away the row of dead guards, who were many pastries, all conscripted into the army of hate. His fire was quenched by sadness, overwhelming sadness. Bagelman the killer, the murderer, the villain. He was all of these things, but none of them...

Bagelman walked over to the rows and rows of the dead, and among them he saw some of the most dear people to him on the street. Among the dead was his mother, and his brother and sisters holding her cold, lifeless hands. He fell to the ground and wept for what seemed like hours, never stopping to look up and protect, only weeping, weeping on his dead family...

Bagelman rose from the street and reloaded his gun. He would have vengeance for the actions Bagelman took. There would be no turning back now.