As Rasmus, Bianca and Keenan got acquainted with their cars, I called out to Bill.

"Come with me for a sec, there's something here I wanted to show you."

As soon as I opened the back door, it was apparent that people were inside the house. Behind me I heard the sound of engines roaring to life. I closed the door quickly and drew my gun- a P226 borrowed from Rasmus. Bill readied his gun at the same time. I walked over to a corner and picked something up from the rubble there; a functional prototype of a holographic sight. As I handed the sight to Bill, I heard gunshots in the distance. The shots came from where Luca drove off. Bill and I jolted and stared in Luca's direction.

"He'd better not die." I said quietly to Bill, who slid the sight on quickly before aiming it in the same direction.

"He won't. He's better than that." Bill said determinately.

"Easy, kiddo. Bianca's waiting for you. I'll stay here an-"

My speech was interrupted by a large Russian man storming down the stairs.

"Готовьтесь, товарищи. Я слышал выстрелы!" (Get ready, my brothers. I heard gunshots!) he yelled before chambering an assault rifle.

Bill and I stayed frozen, watching the man.

The man ran to the window.

We held our breath.

The man looked out the window, through his magnified scope.

We watched and aimed our guns quietly.

The man turned around quickly with his mouth open, as if to yell something.

He saw us.

We looked at him.

As if we could read each other's mind, Bill and I pulled the triggers.

My shot pierced the man's chest.

Bill's shot blew out the man's brains.

A split second of silence after the ringing ceased was broken by the thunderous sound of people stomping down the stairs, and the melody of twenty guns chambering.

Perhaps an exaggeration. But at the time, I didn't care. I was scared shitless.

"RUN BILL!" I yelled before sliding to cover.

Bill sprayed into the crowd of gunmen as he kicked open the door. I blind-fired as I watched Bill sprint out of the building. I heard the sound of engines revving and tires squealing right after.

"I'm so fucked." I said aloud.

"Yes you are, you animal fuck. Now come out so we can kill you." Said a low-pitched man with a thick accent.

I had a moment of indecision before I did anything.

I quickly reached and grabbed whatever was on the counter, an idea in mind. As soon as I grabbed hold of a knife handle, I was deafened by the sound of gunshots. When I pulled by hand back I realized by arm hairs had been singed badly.The wall in front of me had so many holes in it, it barely held up.

Quietly praying in my mind, I threw the knife into the middle of the crowd and dove back to the corner where I first found the sight. I heard the scream of several men as I assumed that the knife stuck into someone's chest and blood was spraying everywhere.

Good.

I dug through the pile of rubble until I found a box with gray canisters with a pull ring on top. I read the label on one as I pulled it out. There was smudged orange text that was unreadable.

'The hell is this?' I thought to myself before pulling the pin and hoping for the best.

I lobbed it into the crowd, who were slowly walking forward.

The smell hit me first, before my vision started to fade. I thought I had accidentally poisoned the entire house before I realized that it was just burning phosphorous. I dug through the pile again as everyone else was gagging until i found a gas mask.

I knew I had to take my mask off.

I took my mask off and put on the gas mask. Within seconds, I could breathe normally again. I felt a slight bit of shame as I tucked my Bloody Owl mask under my hoodie, but I needed to do what I had to in order to survive. I looked down at myself and saw that I was colored in weirdly. I peeked around the corner and realized that the mask I was wearing must've been equipped with some sort of heat-sensitive goggles. I could see the heat-map of each assailant. I didn't even consider the witchcraft behind what I was seeing, but I didn't care. My assailants were gagging, spinning and trying to re-orient themselves. I aimed my gun at a person in hopes to shoot his heart. As I was just about to pull the trigger, he dropped dead. One by one, each mobster dropped. I stared in disbelief at the thought that I would have been one of those bodies had I not found the gas mask. I stared as I saw the heat-map of each mobster fade, indicating their miserable deaths.

I didn't want to stay any longer, so I started gathering each of the mobster's guns and other weapons, including the smoke gas and loaded it into the Lincoln that was left there. I also searched around for any packages of cocaine, but they were all used up. Perhaps the Russians died from poisoned coke, rather than the smoke gas. Either way, I didn't want to think about it. As I closed the trunk, I heard screeching behind me.

A voice from behind me yelled "БЛЯДЬ! Они попали в дом! (Fuck! They hit the house!)"

I ducked into cover, hoping that they would leave. I heard them running away before I heard one say,

"Сделка с Luca позже! Получить эти лохи! (Get Luca later! Get those fuckers!)"

Don't get me wrong, I know no Russian. But when I heard Luca's name my mind started thinking the worst. I needed to kill these mobsters, here and now, or else Luca's fate will be sealed in stone.

"We need more men along [Street]! They have our cocaine!"

I heard them peel out of the driveway, the driver still yelling into his phone.

"We have a traitor in our midst! The traitor is Dri-"

I dove out in the open, my gas mask highlighting the mobsters who were backing out of the driveway, facing me.

While in the air, I aimed my pistol quickly. I had no time to be careful. I aimed for the driver's head. There was no other option.

I missed.

There was no cloud of red. I thought I failed. I could hear the mobster yell very clearly,

"-ver Luca! ...Hello?"

Shit.

I felt as if I betrayed my comrade. I couldn't stand for this. I stood up as quickly as I could and shot at the car. My anger enhanced my aim so well that every shot I fired sunk into the skulls of the mobsters in the car. Only four shots were needed. The car slowed to a stop, by then I was walking forward, loading a new magazine. I stopped in front of the driver and shot three more times into the carcass. I was absolutely furious and destroyed. I looked at his lap and saw a phone- albeit in two pieces. In a rush, I took the phone remains. I also took the guns from each mobster and stashed them in the back seat of the Lincoln. I peeled off the gas mask and put my Bloody Owl mask back on. I did a mental count of how many guns were in the car- at this point, I had enough hardware to equip half an army.

When I sat down, I took a look at the phone and tried to put it together. When I did, though, there was a perfect circular hole down the middle that split the phone in half. Then a thought popped in my head. I started the engine and drove off excitedly to meet the others, that would be waiting at the garage.

Luca would not die after all.

Hopefully.