But I met resistance at every turn. It's like they actually enjoyed chaos. I tried to lead them, but they seemed naturally opposed to authority. I set up some really informative lectures on the proper way to disrupt a Geo-political financial summit, accompanied with some nice cucumber sandwiches and a tea, but they insisted on lighting a Wal-Mart on fire instead.
I finally gave up. I decided to just bill them for the services I had already performed and call it good enough. I printed up a nice detailed invoice and handed it to SlyDog, a slight young man wearing a mask and carrying a brick. He taped it to the brick, lit it on fire and threw it at a cop car. Maybe I'll try somebody else.