People were alarmed, there was a catastrophe going on and some evil actors were causing it: the food hoarders. It was not legal to hoard food in face of the importance of the party.
Some of the partiers were probably starving right now and it was the fault of these hoarders - they were surely the most selfish humans of all time.
Everyone had needed to eat dinner, at least 3 hours ago, and there probably would need to be breakfast tomorrow - or a very opulent dinner, why not?
There was enough food out there, hidden by those hoarders. They could just go and extract it - probably repeating this process for an infinite amount of times, because those hoarders were so greedy - it also was the final solution to food scarcity.
The extraction process would be arduous, large distances would be needed to travel, ammunition would have to be shot into anyone who resisted - and maybe even a melee battle. All that hard work would make hungry, but there were obvious solutions to that.
Anyone who didn't want to help, could just dance on the party - the holy aquisition would work for everyone, even those that would not help its effort for a peaceful and sated future.
Chaden wore his aquisition robe with pride, most of his team mates had joined the cause as well, not only for food, but first and foremost to show the evil in the world, that the end of the world did in fact NOT mean that justice was dead. This was for the greater good.
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Chaden kicked the door in. "In the name of the Party, hand out your edibles and you may join us - or die.", he recited their rights.
A blonde woman and a redhead man stared into the barrel of his shotgun, faces frozen.
He knew how a traitor to humanity acted, a traitor would get loud or attack, maybe run away. These two were possibly innocents.
"The Party awaits, what are you to let it wait? Lead me to your food stash and join in.", he offered and raised his right hand to signal his fellow aquisitiors that there was no immediate danger - and then saw a movement out of the corner of his eye.
He moved instinctively and kicked the child with the fruitknife so hard, it flew against the wall and collapsed, breath knocked out of... her lungs.
"Please don't shoot Mia!", the mother pleaded.
Chaden was just about to say something and then quickly shot the mother and then took cover, just before the father shot wildly into his direction.
These snakes! Chaden heard two shots and when the ringing had gone from his hearing, he barely heard the shout "Clear!".
The work was done, an aquisitor was sacrificing so much more than their time, they were doing the work that others could not do. Chaden slowly dabbed in order to honor their cause and his fellow aquisitors also dabbed, slowly in synch with Chaden.
"Aquisitors! Seize!", Chaden barked and the men followed. They were one team, one spirit, one organization, they were the Party.