All Takashi could do was react, firing the first buckshot round did nothing it seemed, and his eyes widened to the point that Honz could see the whites of his eyes in his final moments. Another shell was chambered and released with a deafening sound, but Honz still stumbled towards him, even with a melon sized hole in his gut, blown entrails, and blood spilling all over the interior of the car shop. The stench of seared flesh, gunpowder, and concrete was overpowering, suffocating to Takashi, and he wouldn't know even a moment's reprieve as the Viking warrior collapsed.
He had to move back into cover though, and quickly. Taking a moment to engage Omar with a few shotgun blasts from where he was hiding, he growled as the Jarl managed to find cover behind an SUV, particularly one of the more heavily modified variants that he was planning on taking to a bank heist. Which meant it was armored, and would provide excellent cover.
Takashi had to consider his options, his mind racing to the beat of the techno music blaring from his car.
He moved to open fire, but was only greeted with a hail of bullets that whizzed by him, and pinged against the concrete, Takashi turned briefly towards one of the counters, then he looked towards the shotgun, which was empty. Fumbling with some shells, he moved to try and reload, sliding the shells one by one into the breach of the shotgun.
Suzuki on the other hand was caught almost by surprise at the sensation of a gun being pressed against the back of his head. The man tensed up, but slowly raised his hands, and dropped the high powered machine pistol, which clattered on the ground. The man was considering his next move, his senses feeling where the weapon was, where it would be, but for now he would comply, try to lure the strange man into a sense of ease. They looked like foreigners, so Suzuki tried his best to speak. "Police come soon." He said in the thickest, Taiyou accent, his eyes briefly going up to the shafts of light that peered through the decking of the city above them. No doubt the commotion would attract undue attention, but Suzuki paused for a moment, there were no sirens in the distance.
Instead there was the faint droning of a Kenbishi Nakazawa Military Transport Helicopter moving through the polluted slums of Sector One, it's lights flickering among the dingy skies. It was escorted by two wasp like Jigabachi attack helicopters.
Suzuki looked up briefly to see the approaching helicopters, but said nothing to the man holding him hostage, not that it would matter anyway, they had to get out of here though, before the Police got there.
In a moment of silence, Suzuki called out to his comrade. "Mausu! Keikan!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, and then he whipped around, sweeping a leg under him in rapid succession to knock his captor to the ground, if successful, the young Taiyou would take off in a full sprint, signalling to the approaching gangsters that the cops were on the way. Or he would be shot in the back, and left to die.
An outburst that Takashi had to react to swiftly, with shells loaded, the Yakuza fired several more shots at the entrenched Omar, several in rapid succession at the armored SUV as he slid towards one of the side doors, Takashi was going to leave these strange burglars to whatever fate the cops would mete out to them, but he had to save Suzuki, so his attention turned to the door, and with one more shot sprayed in Omar's direction, Takashi vaulted through the blasted out window.
Takashi made swift movements towards one of the nearby sewer drains, the chop shop was dead to him now.