"We had hit a bump and I had fallen out the window of the Skyline that Bianca was driving."

This is all I could think of as to an explanation of what happened and why I was on foot. But more than that my mind was invaded by the thought of Russians following my tail, in their cars, ready to fire. Shit. My extra magazines were back in the Skyline, and I had no means of getting back to Bianca. I decided to take the mag currently in the 552 to check how much juice I had left.

Two,

Four,

Six,

Eight,

Nine. I counted again just to be sure, and the same number came up. A sinking feeling in my stomach arose, when I realized I was only in the alleyway of the street I had just fallen into, and I could hear the revving of an engine closing in on my position. I hid as best as I could behind a dumpster and regulated my breath to keep my noise down. This was all just before I heard the car pull up. The engine stopped revving, and the car doors opened, allowing me to hear two or three Russians speaking at each other in a language I don't understand. They were walking toward my position. I put the magazine back into the 552 and remembered that I had ten rounds including what was already chambered. I knew they heard me, and I waited with my gun up. One popped his head around the corner and I fired a burst into him, and his body immediately fell limp and hit the ground. That was like, what? three shots? Maybe four? Alright. Six or seven rounds are left. I poke my rifle out from behind the dumpster and fire two shots, then poked my head out to get better aim at the jumpy mobster who I hit in the foot. I shot him once in the head, and like the one before him, the mobster fell limp instantaneously.

My body grew sweaty as a wave of euphoria went across me. I killed them and I'm not dead. Great. However I needed to be on foot and out of here. I had ran two to three blocks before finding a bike, which I blasted the lock off of, and took the bike. After about 10 minutes of biking, I had reached where I needed to be, and I tossed my rifle into the back of the skyline to keep people from seeing it, and changed my clothes to my normal wear. I was greeted by Rasmus and Bianca, and I ignored what they had to say to me and remained blank in the face for a second, to take in everything that had happened that day. Not two minutes later, Keenan had driven up to the garage. He went to an In and Out Burger between getting away from the mafia and getting here. What a fuckin' guy.

Rasmus had said what we were all thinking when when Keenan got out of the car, "You went to fucking In and Out Burger?" only to be met with the reply of,

"Yeah."

"You seem to of done pretty well," Bianca says seeing the lack of damage considering the situation, "How did you manage that?"

"All the guys that chased me were poor fucking shots." Keenan answers. "Hey, I got some stuff in the car." Keenan continues as he walks back to the car.

I chuckled for a second at the way Keenan was acting, "What, did you forget your fries to go with the drink?"

"No, I had those on the way."

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