As the boss falls on his face, he straightens up, his posture no longer joking and he speeds down off the railing to come to a stop right in front of the surrendering gang.

"Here's how this works from now on. Miller and his pals are fair game, I don't really care if you guys want to make a buck off some black market goods, but food and supplies going to the camps." He nods his head toward the stack in the middle of the warehouse floor. "Those are off limits. You leave them alone, and I leave you alone. Deal?"