Death Valley Days
The door separating the flight control area opened and a man stepped out. He wasn't someone you've seen on the trip so far, so he must have been up front the entire time. He's got a streamlined combat armor on, in a deep red trimmed in yellow and gold.
The guards have snapped to attention, and the one guy's magazine seems to have disappeared.
"Well now, we are almost at our destination and I wanted to let you all know how this is going to work." He looks over the line of people, almost casually. It seems like this isn't the first time he's done this.
"You are being escorted to the Death Valley Empowered Holding Unit, where you will be spending quite some time. As you already know, you're surrounded by desert and no good way to escape. Which brings me to the point of the trip where someone decides to do something stupid and get themselves, and potentially others, killed. So I'll try the blunt approach. Those fancy arm units you have on have enough juice in them to fry a bull from raw to well done in less time then it took me to say that. You try and pop one open, you die. You try and rush a guard, the kill switch activates. Then you die. We're not here to play games, we're not here to babysit. We're dropping you off, then we're leaving. Our pilot has orders that if she hears any of us cry out, she hears a gunshot, she sees through the cameras that you are up to no good, she hits the big button and you all die. We are not taking any chances. There's only a few minutes left, and this is where people get desperate."
The prisoner who had been beaten stands up and pulls back a fist that looks more like a ham then an appendage, stepping forward with a roar of rage. There's a sharp popping noise, and he screams as he pitches face first to the deck, smoke beginning to seep out in bits from his arm device.
The man shakes his head. "Always one."
One of the guards secures his rifle, grabs the body, and drags it slowly out the back.
"I'm assuming one was enough?" he asks with a raised eyebrow. Usually after one goes the rest settle down, but he's seen enough to know that sometimes another thinks he'll be the one that manages it. The other Empowered there just put their heads down, not wanting to look at where the body was, or the man who is in charge.