Macon led Becky away from Zapper Headquarters and out into the streets, slowly. If Mega wanted to see him being serious, sticking to the plan, and making everyone do their part, then that's what he'd see. Macon was halfway tempted to go back and massacre those dumb Technos, including Line and Mega, but he also knew he was slightly outnumbered, and outsmarted. He also had half a mind to go over to that Mall and tell that joke of a city leader about Mega and his involvement, that would surely shock the shit out of her, but he couldn't. No, he couldn't do that because he needed this, how would he get what he'd been promised, his rise into a powerful position in the city? Rising above even Dan to become one of the most powerful Tribal leaders ever? Mega had sworn, Macon would live like a king, and if he betrayed Mega to Salene, that would all be over.
Macon would also be held accountable, he knew how those stinkin virty Mall Rats thought, their justice systems of old, they sickened him. When they had been appointed Lords of the City he didn't know, their stupid antidote wasn't enough to keep them there anymore, years had flown by. Forget them. They were lame, and he hated them, and soon he would be better than any of them. Especially better than Bray, and that joke, Salene, and that weird, manky hairy Eco, Pride. Forget them all, and soon they would all be forgotten. Their day of reckoning was coming, but first, Macon had a mission to fulfill, and he had to bide his time.
"Alright," he pulled Becky down an alleyway and pointed to some glass bottles on top of a crate, "See them glass bottles? Here, I'll show you," he powered her TGun up and helped show her how to aim, how to shoot, so she could feel how different it was from the virtual game. When one of the bottles broke he smiled and resisted the urge to overcontgradulate her, giving her a firm pat on the back. "Now you try, show me," he stood back and waited, watching.