The boss, feeling completely overwhelmed, has decided to pay the vegans and is hoping she can get her interest charges owed to HAACP dropped. 

This is all causing her tremendous stress, and she is beginning to feel deep regret about leaving her homeland, so she has decided she will take a much needed spa day tomorrow and told the vegans and the government agent to come to the office tomorrow, and they will be paid upon arrival.

The sales rep. will handle all the payments for her.

The next day, a government official came to the office and was greeted in the parking lot near the front door by the sales rep. as if from out of nowhere.

Startled, he asked, "Can I help..." 

Before he could finish, the sales rep. grabbed his tie and strangled him with it.

His face went from red to purple to pale white.

The sales rep. left his body to slump to the ground and then dragged it in front of a parked car.

About an hour later, the communists arrived.

Before going in, they stopped for a smoke, and the leader promised his two apprentices he would stop so they could get their heroin on the way back.

After finishing their smoke, they entered the building, where they were told by one of the production staff to go to the back, into the warehouse.

Upon entering the warehouse, they were confronted by the three greys as if from out of the shadows.

Immediately, the driver and the sales rep. roundhouse kicked the two apprentices, breaking the neck of the pierced faced one and knocking the tattoo faced one against the wall.

The production manager grabbed the leader and launched him deeper into the warehouse.

As he got to his feet, the production manager and the driver grabbed him and threw him head first through one of the industrial glass door fridges so hard it sounded like a gunshot.

They pulled him out and left him on the floor.

There was blood and glass everywhere.

By then the tattoo faced apprentice got to his feet and was staggering.

The driver grabbed the boss' kitana sword that she displays for decoration and ran toward the disoriented radical.

He swung the sword so hard that it went from the commie's trapezius to his stomach, nearly splitting him in half.

With three bodies in the warehouse and one in the parking lot, the greys decided it was time to leave.