New York, New York.

He looked around frantically, gripping his gun intensely. His nervous skin quivered.

"I'm so damn confused..."

He apprehensively limped closer to the main group, and then took cover behind the jeep. He grabbed a corpse just encase he needed a sponge.

Davian heard the sound of gunfire and looked around. He noticed his stubbed out cigar on the ground and picked it up before getting on his two feet and placing it back in his mouth, "looks like I'm missing the party, time to crash it" he then searched his pocket for his lighter while opening his backpack to reveal his juggernaught suit and began to get into it. As he slipped into his suit, he grabbed his LMG and began to sneak out with the woman distracted on sniping.

The bandits began to die off. Dropping like flies. There were 5 left. One was still in the drivers seat of a jeep technical. Before he could have a chance of getting shot he drove off almost running over one of his teammates. What was left was 4 bandits. All of them had been dodging shots like pros. One aimed at the agent. He fired. Just barely missed him. The bullet grazed his skin but tore a little bit of the clothing near the right shoulder. Another turned and shot at the guy in the dumpster. He shot two rounds the first hit the cloth bandage. the next one ricocheted and hit his buddy's hand. Another bandit looked over his shoulder and seen a guy in heavy armor. Without saying a word he took off runing.