Snippet #2502234

"I didn't say my friends were Russian." Bachmann informed Batman, it was clear he was trying to avoid details. You never knew who was listening in. He knew what cliches to avoid. There was a reason he only used his personal phone to order food and call his sister.

When the lights went out Bachmann opened fire, three shots in rapid succession. They wouldn't hit anything or anyone, it more reflex and panic than it was skill or intent. "What the fuck?" He asked the Batman,"Did you do this?" He asked, turning towards where he thought the Batman was according to his hand's position on his shoulder.

"Shit! Let's go." Jackson ordered, slamming his body against the locked door. It began to give way, but it wasn't until the second time Jackson charged the door that it flew open. He and the other three rushed in, weapons raised to hopefully dissuade Bachmann from fleeing or fighting back.

"Come out, assassin. We outnumber you." Jackson said loudly, remaining completely still as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. 'Luis, open a window. Give us some moonlight." Jackson ordered.

Luis moved towards the nearest visible window, his steps slow and deliberate as not to trip over a table and end up killed. Luis tore down the curtains, eyes growing wide at the sight on the street.

The Yakuza they had backing them up were being hered into the street by gunmen. Bachmann's help had arrived and they wasted no time in getting shit done. Delievery trucks and a clearly stolen delivery vehicle for a pizza joint sat on the street. No one looked twice at couriers, didn't matter if they were delivering unhealthy food or boxes.

"Shit. They've got our guys." Luis said, "What?" Mauricio asked, a gunshot going off and a bullet tearing through his side. The young man Jackson had spared days before, Nathan, stood out in the hallway with a pistol in hand.

Maurico and Shiro turned on the young man, both firing on him and sending him reeling back into the apartment door across the hall. Shots outside going off as the Russians and Yakuza fought for the advantage on the street.

Despite the darkness, the fire in Jackson's eyes illuminated the room. Every time he got close to Bachmann someone got in his way. Police, vigilantes, the Russians. Always someone.

"Jackie, we gotta go! Maurico got hit!" Luis called out, "No!" Jackson yelled, "Where are you, American? Come out! Now!"

"Now!"