Seth grimaced as pain shot up his leg. Carlos “The Laughing-Man” cackled “Can’t dodge lead, can you gringo?” holding the still smoking firearm in his hand.

Lurching forward on his injured leg, he quickly grabbed his own pistol and unloaded three rounds into Carlos, sending him sprawling to the pavement. Seth held his gun on the remains of the gangster, and let out a slow breath. “Now to get this leg fixed up” Seth muttered to himself woozily, stumbling towards the wall of the alley.

“Gotta make it to my ride” Seth focused on his goal as he started going into shock. He looked down at his leg, it wasn’t bleeding badly, no worse than what had happened to him before. He just hoped that it hadn’t broken any bones.

Seth glanced around in the street, many people stopped and looked, others hurried away. Someone injured with a gunshot wound wasn’t that unusual in this part of town, and his complexion was dark enough that he didn’t stand out. He limped quickly to his car and got out the first aid kit. “Not good.”