King's Run
GM: Adam
Players: Holtzclaw, Rayne
Synopsis: Adam hires Holtz and Rayne on behalf of a Warren vassal gang, Cerulian, to cull another gang, the Ooze Kings, which are threatening the neutrality of the Rez and also the Cerulian gang. They are to reduce the power and influence of the Ooze Kings any way they see fit. The way they saw fit involved brute force, and as a result Rayne was killed and Holtz barely walked away alive.
Date: 04/03/2070

You don't know each other. Thats when it is always fun. Two strangers— getting a message from a different source in thier trixbox about work. It is not cryptic at all: Have work that needs done. Show up at <address> at <time> if you are interested.

The address itself is a small dive bar in the Warrens. There is a 'Help Wanted' sign on the door that looks like it has fresh spraypaint on. Many people are checking with the bartender for this— many like yourselves— and are referred to a man and his large bodyguard that are in the VIP booth. The VIP booth for this place is a booth that isnt falling apart unlike the rest.

As the weeds thin out on who is capible, it is left with just Rayne and just Holtz. The Johnson, who is a lithe elf in a suit with long, silver-blue hair and sunglasses, goes on to explain what they need to be done. There is a turf war going on near the Quincy Reservoir. It is the job of you two to distrupt and weaken the gang itself— so that they lose. It pays a total of 40,000 =Y= (20k/each) of which 10,000 is given up front as a retainer. The intel they have is a headcount, haunts, and what passes for the base of operations for the gang itself. Its a /gang/ after all. With all the pleasantries and questions soon answered— the Johnson gives the team a disposable phone to them with just one number in it to call when it is complete to arrange for payment.

The shadowrunners ask some straightforward questions— one being if they can get some of that payout in 'favors'. The Johnson gives them a 'I'll see what I can do, we'll talk after your done' response to that. As for the data provided— it looks like the Ooze Kings are the rival gang that needs to go down. They are turf warring with Cerulian, which is stationed near Quincy Reservoir. The Ooze Kings (OKs from now on) are 30-40 deep and neither side looks to have magical support.

Holtzclaw got up from the booth and asked back to Rayne with a slight Russian accent "Mind if I drive?" he looks to the door with a motion for her to lead the way whichever she chose. He had a cup of coffee in one hand and a lit clove cigarette in the other, reato go.

Rayne hmms softly after the J leaves, digesting the intelligence her right hand still near the front of her coat, "Ah say we get eyes on the target location, either sniff out leadership and snatch them, or systemically nightcreep the lower ranks…unfortunately none of my contacts are what Ah would call local. So really need to just go and see."
Rayne stands to follow, speaking as she does, she seems to be talking to herself, "Ah need to drop mah ride somewhere where it'll be when we get back. Follow me then y' can drive all y' want."

Looking over to Rayne he shrugs "Got a number to reach them at, if So I'll let you borrow my phone, if you need to. And alright I'll be right behind you." he moves out the door to his Chrysler-Nissan P-1 starting it up and waiting on Rayne to lead the way.
It is a nice night outside— all things considered. Partly cloudy— 10 degrees (C)— light breeze. As far as Denver goes, this is fraggin' primo.

Rayne mounts a beat up Scorpion with an evil clown 'tagged' in neon orange on the tank. Upon cranking, it's loud and out of tune, guess she doesn't care about noise ordances. She drives to the Cottonwood Apt, parks and locks the bike, taking the saddle bags with her.

Following Rayne, Holtzclaw pulled up and parked leaning over to open the door for her. The strong smell of spilled soycaff and cloves pouring out of the car. A bunch of papers and random things around the floor and in the back of the car. "sorry its kind of a mess" he shifts the car into gear and drives o

Rayne drops into the seat, placing her saddle bags near her feet, "It alright, by the by call me Cajun," reviewing the intel once again, "let's check the closest haunt, Ah wanna see how, if they have any, organized the targets are," she shrugs out of her duster balling it up and placing it into one of the two bags.

The closest haunt to the dive bar they were at is a Pool Hall called Pool Sharks. Its a good five blocks away.

«Plot» Rayne changes into night gear, Urban, night camo.

Holtz smiles "heh.. Cajun, Hazelnut.." He nods to her and drives off to Pool sharks. "Cig?" he asks offering one to her, between the two seats was a carton about half full. He pulls up to the pool hall and lights another smoke getting out to make his way into the pool hall.

The pool hall itself is busy this time of night. There are at least a dozen people outside having cigarettes, drinking, being loud, shooting at random people, or having carnal relations.
Rayne's sense of modesty apparently has been killed sometime ago, in response as she repositions the holster for her pistol to her thigh, "Naw, never picked up the habit," attatching a silencer to the weapon before 'clipping' the weapon to the quick draw holster, (think Farscape rig). "I'll be back up."

Rayne slides down into the seat, turning the amp up on her hearing, watching from the seat, "If y' find trouble, holler unless you have comms."

Holtzclaw already had a gambler holstered on a quickdraw holster and a holdout pistol cyberware in the other. He looks around the room finding nothing out of the ordinary, and looked for anyone specifically fitting a description of one of the gang members.

The room itself seems pretty tense. Its goes without saying that the two look like outsiders here. People are periodically looking at them, but don't stay on them long. That is, of course, until a man and four of his friends start heading thier way. Yeah— much like when a mob of bikers in a biker gang head your way. They dont look like they want to talk.

Rayne glances to Holtzman, trying to guage his reaction or intentions here. It's a public place, and the odds are five to two. Not a great place to do anything. After her glance she tries to guage how many others are now interested.

Holtzclaw looks at the group coming towards them and gives a slight nod. "Suppose you guy's don't want to play pool, 500 each on a game, winner gets 1000.. Pick your best player?" he looks to them hoping to use this as a chance to gain info over the game as well.

*Cha-Chink* The first man in the pack of five takes out an Ares Predator and chambers a round. He points it at Holtz sideways as he says, "How about you give us all that money, your clothes, and leave the girl for a bit and we don't blast your brains across the fucking wall?" Public place, yes? Yes, but a public place in the Warrens that is a gang haunt.

Holtzclaw somewhat jumped as the gun was pointing at him. Knowing he had to think fast he flicked his wrist launching the gambler out into his hand and pointing it at the guy who had a gun. "Now, this doesn't need to break out in a fight right here, I think you might need all the men you can get." his eyes focused back to being serious and he readied the gambler for a shot.

Rayne racks a round to emphasize Holtz's point her aim steadily covers the other four. One hand cupped in the other, the bulbous silencer likely looking like a train tunnel.

Silence. Intense silence. The room itself is still for a moment as people stop what they are doing and watch. They each have a gun on each other— it just takes one squeeze for a bullet to be lodged in someone's head. The ganger stares at the mano for what feels like eternity before he says, "You got a pair of balls, kid. Heavy, big ass balls." He drops his gun back down to his side, "You are up to your fucking neck in Ooze King turf and you pull a gun on /us/?" He looks around and as he says this half of the pool hall cheers. It looks like quite a few of them are here— or are on thier side. "Big. Fucking. Balls. I like that." He looks back to Holtz, "Frag the pool. What do you want here? Only Kings, Stupid people, and people who want something come here— and I'm still not sure if your stupid or if you want something." But he likes you enough to ask (or fears he is a dragon ninja that will devour his soul)

Holtzclaw holds back his wrist launching the gambler back up into its holster. He looks to the guy speaking with a bit of cityspeak "I hear some things have been going down about turf <direction of here>.. I'm wanting to find, how to say it.. Insurance to get to someone for a talk. If it can't be done I'd like to learn as much as I can about the area. And perhaps I can make it worthwhile… Without having to worry about pool.

Rayne eases the hammer down, slowly lowering the weapon before re-holstering it. Her right hand remains lightly on the butt of the weapon. Again she's quiet and alert, using eyes and ears to hopefully detect trouble before it starts. It may seem her role is body guard, or hired help.

"What the frag," says the lead man, "what are we— tour guides?" He laughs and shakes his head, "Get out, pup. If you want to see the King of the Kings, you'll have to talk to Fred first." He motions to the door, "And he— is outside. Big guy, hard to miss. I'd keep your lady friend away from him." He looks over towards Rayne and laughs a bit— despite the whole, you know, weapon and all that jazz.

Holtzclaw chuckles and nods tossing Credstick with about 200 Nuyen to the guy. "Thanks for the help anyway. He leads out the door "I suppose you should wait around then?" He ses her the keys to the chrysler "I'll go find this Fred Guy

Rayne takes a long look at the 'leader' of this pack, her irisises contract of their own will, then follows Holtz out. She catches the keys then heads for the car, "Ah got y' back, y' just stay sharp." Heading for the vehicle, then leans against it watching carefully.

Outside is about the way it was left. People being loud, smoking, shooting random things, and having carnal relations. The later is where you'll find Fred— a troll with some random woman on her knees before him in the only kind of worship that exists in a godless land like the Warrens. He smokes a cigarette and yells into his pocsoc, "Get. It. Done. Or we'll find someone newblood that will." He hangs up his phone, "Fuckin' kids these days."

Holtzclaw makes his way over to the guy, looking around to make sure that no one watched him go to Fred. He coughs and lights up a clove cig, the surroundings not bothering a native to the warrens that much. He coughs again "Fred?" not meaning to interupt his.. fun.

"What?" says Fred. No— Fred doesnt seem to care. "What the frag do you want?" Hey at least he can speak complete sentences without a heavy slurr. Thats a big plus for a troll. The woman stops praying to which she promptly gets slapped and goes back to rigor.

Rayne looks towards the troll, her eyes squinting a bit before she looks away. Keeping overwatch like she's supposed to. She keeps her cool about the whole worship thing, of course the general Carnival gone off the deep end atmosphere leaves her a lot to monitor.

Holtzclaw nods to Fred "I was informed by the guys inside that I was supposed to come to you. I'm needing to purchase.. Insurance for this war going on, so I can get to one of the guys up top. Whatever happens to me once I get there will be up to us.

Rayne continues to provide overwatch.

"Yeah yeah. Sure thing kid," Fred says— a bit more diplomatic than could be expected. Then again, given the circumstances, maybe he caught the guy at good time. He emits a sharp whistle and a flyboy from the gang heads over. "Take these two to the King. Say its new business and let him decide what happens to em." Then to the lot of em he says, "Not git."

The younger ganger nods and motions to Holtz to follow him— heading down the street towards 'HQ'.

«Plot» Rayne says, "I used magnification and camera to capture a picture of the troll"

Holtzclaw follows him keeping aware of his surroundings. He glances back if he had a chance to to see if Rayne was ok back there before disappearing out of sight.

Rayne pushes off the car, keys still in her left hand while her right rides lightly on the pistol. She keeps about two paces and one left behind Holtz. He seems to have a knack for running these streets.

Its a short trek through the streets and alleyways. They eventually get to a graphiti'd up building with plenty of pock marks from bullets on it. There is a solid metal door, patchwork welded with welding marks and rivets across it. He knocks on the door a couple times and says, "New business for the King." The door opens, but the kid doesnt go inside— he motions them inside as he goes back the way they came.

Holtzclaw makes his way through the door to the headquarters and looks around.

Rayne follows Holtz eyes roving over the surrounding snagging briefly on anything that looks like surveylence or additional defenses such as murder holes, or blockades. She doesn't have a plan yet, but is adaptable, either way in or out these could pose difficulties.

The HQ is a big open room of what used to be a three story building. Halfway in the ceiling goes away and the nice 'open' view of the sky can be seen— fog of pollution and all. Looks like this building suffered some structural damage years ago, but the gangs still use it. As the two step in, they will notice that its on the third story of the half-wrecked building where a single man sits on a throne of spare tires. "Who," he says in a cheshire cat fashion, "the fuck. Are you?" Yes, many guns. They are not too keen on being subtle. Probably ten or twelve gangers here, all with guns either on thier holsters, on thier backs, or some just in hand for the fun of it.

Holtzclaw looks to the man on the throne "Hazelnut," He puffs on a Cig "I hear you all are having a war over some turf a little ways away from here.. Perhaps we can help?" He tries to make a mental note of where most of the gangers are if it was needed.

Rayne keeps her hands in plain view, though the right remains on her pistol. She's a bit keyed up at the moment, things being as they are there's one serious pile of drek that could hit the fan here. Everyone who wants to be a soldier but couldn't cut it seems to be here, in her perception that is. Luck can kill too.

They are all over the place— like ants on sugar. The King here looks down to Holtz, "Help? Sure sure. Want to help? Go kill a few Cerulians. Fucking Eco-Hippies needs to get our of our damn way."

«Plot» Rayne says, "Using camera in vid mode to 'record' a good look of the lay out here."

He looks up to the King "Sounds good to me." He readies himself and heads towards the door a bit down that he couldn't get more than what he did from the guy on the throne

And the gangers notably just let them leave. For all they know, these two guys are freelancing to kill some of thier enemies. Bonus.

Rayne follows Holtz out

Once away from prying ears, Rayne matches Holtz's pace speaking softly, "Ah've got video of the inside, don't know how good the lighting is, but we can review that if y' have a set of cables."

Holtzclaw got back into his car and sighs as they drive of. "Well too bad we couldn't get more out of that." He points to the bag in the backseat "Well I have that" inside it was a Remington 950. He drives towards the area of the War figuring that if they waited too much longer there wouldn't be any cerulians left to protect. He drove around backways looking for a good place to set up for a shot, being sure not to come around where he could be seen.

Rayne hmms softly, "Nothing good to shoot into from the outside of the building," she still likes the idea of going for the leadership, "These guys are brutes, maybe we take some down with stealth, a knife in the kidney just as lethal as bullet in the chest, hmm?"

Holtzclaw flexes his fingers and reveals his cyberrazors. "Perhaps these could help? Though I'm not really the sneakiest of people." he takes a sip of his soycaff, and finishes his cigarette before getting ready with her.

Rayne smiles pulling a small compact of makeup. She begins applying it in an irregular pattern, "Ah just happen to be sneaky, turn 'round and drop me a short distance away. Find a good perch with good views of the building, but something you can move from quickly, good?"

Holtzclaw Shrugs as he swings her around to drop her off nearby. He on the other hand looks for a spot to rest at to give her coverfire, hopefully close enough to help her if needed.

Rayne gets out of the car moving towards the shadows. Moving silently as possible with cover spots in mind she slowly makes her way back towards the HQ, on the watch for lone sentries and spotters.

Rayne sneaks back towards the building they'd left. Using the alleys and ruined buildings as cover to approach as close as possible before starting the killing game. Looking for sentries and look outs right now, people who some how or way have to report back to someone. People who will be noticed. Once finding her prey she approaches her knife ready to kill.
There are plenty out near the entrance— the metal one they entered with originally. Likely thats the sort of people that have to go back inside— eventually. These are not paramilitary. The idea of a 'patrol' is way too organized for thier tastes. Instead they just clump together and BS— occasionally two or three walk away to BS elsewhere. Thats what Rayne will find— a group of three.

Holtzclaw ran through the building seeming to be abandoned working his way up the side facing the warzone. Each time he passed a window he glanced through to see how well he could see until he got to a spot that would work good for sniping out. When he found a good window he looked around to see if anything good for cover could be moved in the way.

Rayne creeps up on the trio, not ideal but it will work. She hangs back for several moments praying Holtz is in position then moves for the one that seems to be lagging. If none are, the one on the right will serve her purposes.

As Rayne creeps closer— it looks like she is right within reach of getting that good stealth kill bit going. None are too crazily lagging behind— but after a specific trek, there is a rustling behind them that causes them all to turn. Aw crap— she is spotted.

Rayne's knife flicks out quickly aimed at the ganger's throat. She's further then she'd prefer as this gives the ganger just enough time to deflect the blow. Anger fills her visage as she mutters, "Why can't things go to plan?"

Holtzclaw fires a shot down to the gangers that caught them offguard. He remains steady as he lines up to get ready for a second shot.
The ganger that Holtz shoots gets a nice, bloody torso for his efforts.

Holtzclaw takes different Target and fires another shot at a different ganger hoping to weaken them down. After that he steadies himself back out trying to stay down as much as possible.

Rayne steps up then rams the knife with as much strength as she can muster. Instead of pulling it out, she leaves it in the schmucks thigh. Not a vital spot but it will definitely do.

The three gangers shout at the one woman, "Crazy slitch! We're getting shot at here!" They go to draw weapons— but its more the alarm being sounded that rings trouble.

Holtzclaw took aim and fired. After asplit second the bullet hit and tore a hole through him. He readied his shot for the next shot if it was needed.

Rayne slaps her thigh, the gun virtually jumping into her hand, she lifts and jerks the trigger the round zinging harmlessly into the distance.

And the three gangers promptly take thier lead pipes and chains and mob in on Rayne.

So the gangers go all— ganger— on Rayne. They club her with pipes and whip her with chains. One of the pipe guys gets a jab to the face, but all the same, the other one gets a good whack at Rayne's ribs.

Holtzclaw started to break a sweat as he took a shot at another ganger watching him take the shot. The stress rose as he switched to another target and he took a deep breath and fired at the other now at the final shot of the clip.. a hit.

Rayne blastes the last one while holding onto the pipe that crashed into her ribs. His face a ruin, its gore on her own face. Looking quickly for the knife, before more company shows up.

Too late for that. The smoke is still coming out of the gun when a small mob come around the corner and fire some blind shots down range to Rayne. Looks like six, maybe eight of them.

Rayne knows Holtz is hidden for now, she's the one in the open. So time to find cover. She sprints for the shadows leaving her knife for now, maybe she can retrieve it later, maybe not. Once she's enough lead she finds a nice dark hole to hide in for the moment.

Holtzclaw started to reload his gun staying down except glancing up once to see where they were at. He saw her sprint out and was wondering if he should start placing shots.

After a skirmish with 3 of the gangers, the two shadowrunners retreated before a horde of them flushed them out like a toilet does an angry pair of turds. After some flushed running, the two are left panting for breath in an alley a few blocks from the Ooze Kings HQ. Its been a few minutes since harassment— it looks like they lost 'em.

Holtzclaw continued to look through the scope trying to scope out anyone that he might be able to squeeze a shot off into.

Panting soon subsides to heavy breathing then finally into measured breathes. Rayne's brow drips with sweat and she actually has a stitch in herside that she presses gently, the same spot that she was hit in, "Ah don't think that worked like Ah envisioned," glancing around weapon in hand.

Holtzclaw made his down the stairs and worked his way over to where Rayne was. He was wanting to still get his shot in on an Ooze King top dog someway. He flicked his wrist readying his gambler for battle as he got closer to Rayne.

Rayne looks to Holtz, "Alright, new plan. Stealth didn't work, got any nifty tricks in dat bag of yours?"

Holtzclaw held onto the gambler and looked to Rayne "Do you think we can make it to get some of the their clothes.. Perhaps we could sneak by them pretending to be them.. Dunno how well it will work but if we can do that we can probably sneak some kills in that way." He looked around and let out a deep sigh.

Rayne ponders that for a moment, "That might be an idea, get us close perhaps…" then stops recalling the details of the contract, "Wha' we need here, isn't force necessarily. Ah wonder if we can get a third party invovled, say another gang to come at the backdoor perhaps?" looking to Holtz for his thoughts on this.

Holtzclaw nods "we could probably get some help from this biker gang I heard of.. Umm Heilmer, I think thats it." He looks to his comm link "I can try to call a few of my contacts to see if they know anyone from there to give them a call to see if they could come help?"

Rayne nods once, "Good, we can use that, but the wrong tactic," looking about once again, "for what Ah'm thinking, we need one of the 'King's rags," wiping a palm on her pants, "we ice a one or two of this biker gang, preferably without being seen, and leave convient evidence to be found, let the indigs do our fighting."

Holtzclaw smiles "I like your thinking." He looks over to the Alley where the other 3 were taken down. He smiles "Should we go to try and get one of their flags?" he holds up his gambler just incase it was needed.

Rayne nods slightly, "Sounds like a plan," she starts moving that direction, "Ah don't think we'll get the original guys, but we may luck out, just try to be quiet and sneaky," she says while moving to cover and concentrating on moving silently.

The two shadowrunners advance a block and a half— the alleyway that the firefight is in comes within view. However, as they make thier approach, they notice another roving group of the Ooze Kings heading down the street in thier direction. Unlike the last batch, these guys actually are handily packing heat— shotguns and beefy looking pistols.

Rayne started to move, then spots the group approaching she sinks back into her cover motioning for Holtz to do the same. Maybe they haven't seen the 'runners and will just pass on by, if nothing else they can show that boogeymen do exist.

Holtzclaw ducks behind cover with Rayne keeping his pistol ready. He hopes to hell they weren't seen and that they will just pass on by

The roving lot of 6 roudy Ooze Kings continue on their trek— talking about BTLs, drugs, guns, BTLs, and also guns. They get a bit towards them when one pumps his shotgun in one hand and points in thier direction, "Those were the ones from earlier!"

Holtzclaw fires a shot from the gambler and hears it hit something behind him, Damn. With that he ducks back and fixes the shot up for the next round.

Rayne pops up from cover; pistol coughing twice. The first round is true, slamming home in the body of the ganger that Holtz shot at, the second squeezed too quickly and goes high. As quick as that she's dropping back behind her cover.

What do you get when you add 4 shotguns, 2 heavy pistols, and 6 gangers with a penchant for blood? A lot of noise. The gangers aim thier weapons downwind— if you call pointing and pulling a trigger aiming— and a small storm of metal slugs and 10mm rounds go into the car. A couple of them connect into the shadowrunners— with the merciless reminder that more will be on the way shortly.

Leadstorm, quickly turns into a crummy day for Rayne as something slams into her lithe form. The power of the weapon spins her in such a fashion that it knocks her to the ground. Good training lets her keep her pistol. Gathering her feet, she pushes up against the old wreck, breathing a bit wracked.

Holtzclaw lets his wrist turn to send the gambler back to its resting place and gets grazed by a shot through the old ford. "Damn" he stumbles forward some but regains balance, as he switches the Remington around to his front readying it for battle.

In the brief pause Rayne stands fully holding her weapon professionally, taking a bead on the guy she shot. A quick inhale to help combat the pain.

Holtzclaw pops up to take aim at one of the trolls and fires a shot at the somewhat wounded one, hitting him and taking him out, YES. He drops back and breathes getting ready for the second shot when it seemed right for him.

Rayne's wounds make holding the weapon steady difficult at best. She squeezes the trigger the weapon coughs and misses the ganger. She drops back behind cover saying with gritted teeth, "Ah wish Ah had a beer right now." Her humor seems to be up.

The gangers, after noticing that they are actually getting shot up, deside that now is a good time to rush the entrenched shadowrunners. Three of the gangers make a dash down the street— sliding behind a broken mailbox that only covers one of them well. The remaining two go on the stree the runners are on and advance while blasting away.

And despite putting large holes in the car again, they fail to hit the runners.

Rayne takes aim at the group at the mailbox, "This ain't good," as the weapon coughs. The round zinging off the mailbox as homie disappears behind it.

Holtzclaw pops up to fire over the car at one of the flanking gang members. He can't tell if it made a hit or not because of the cover but he drops back down just to be safe.

The gangers lay down more firepower— now with the added benefit of having more than one angle to attack with. The shotgunner steadily approaching the car reaches the the other side of it— disappearing as they are now on opposite ends. He starts loading in different rounds into his 'gun'. The other shotgunner likewise drops down after his blasts— but the two gangers with heavy pistols are popping out shots.

Rayne grits her teeth then shouts, "Frag this," getting caught in two different angles of fire is a bad idea. When you don't like the rules, kick the table over. She comes flying over the car pistol coughing, the soft lead pitting the pavement.

Holtzclaw hopped over with her and shot at the guy too hitting him in the shoulder. He keeps his gun pointed at the guy and looks at the other few.

Holtzclaw fires a shot at the guy hitting him in the other shoulder and knocking him flat. As he goes down he takes his flag and shoves it into his pocket.

Rayne takes a half step towards the guy that's down, her weapon coughing once again. The round burying itself in the chest. She drops low and leans back against the ford, hoping it provides some cover.

The gangers have been so far on the defensive— reserving thier energy in not getting shot up. It hasn't been doing them any good. In an act of desperation, the shotgunner levels his 'gun' at a /wide/ choke and blasts at both of the shadowrunners with some flechette rounds. The rounds, as a result, do some massive damage— of which is followed up by the pop guns nearby that do almost nothing.

Flechettes! These rounds must have been saved for a special occassion, such as Runners making a run into ganger turf. Rayne, is literally lifted off the ground as they enter her body. Dozens of holes spurt blood like a sponge squeezed dry really quickly. She flops to the ground lifeless, one eye making a strange wirring sound before the light leaves them entirely.

Holtzclaw get blasted with a shotgun blast as he stands up soaking some of it but takes more of it than expected. When he sees Rayne go down and his gun was empty he thinks 'this is it' he doesn't think he could run fast enough to get away, especially with Rayne..

Holtzclaw looked to Rayne a tear forming in his eye as he has to get up and leave her behind. He gets up and starts to run away in pain holding onto himself trying not to fall over to the ground in pain. He hated to leave someone behind, but she was dead and he couldn't save both of them.

As the scene fades, Holtz can be seen limping through the alleyways— leaving a trail of blood and misery in his wake. The gangers don't exactly follow. They shoot into the air and hoot and hollar over the gunfight— not even caring about the sanctity of life. Because in the Warrens, life is not sacred, its cheap. Its cheap and its dispensible. Just like the dead gangers that lay on the street, ready to be stripped by vultures— just like the remains of Rayne's body beside one of that. Its a clear evening— no rain. No snow. Just a bland wind moving the smell of death and gunpowder down the street to the next gunfight.

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