They stood apart from each other, photo still in the afternoon sun. Two sides utterly surprised to find themselves this close to each other. The thief on the far left, his eyes wide with concern, slowly, instinctively brought his gleaming AK-47 up to face the SWAT team. An almost inaudible puff-puff-puff followed this action, sending the man stumbling backwards, wondering why he felt no pain even though his chest was covered in – Oh God was this his – blood.

Both sides scrambled for their already too little cover. SWAT, thief, innocent bystander, all caught up in a firefight outside of some rather ordinary buildings on Main Street. Larry, the poor bastard, had just been on this run to make a quick buck. He’d never expected this to happen. Had someone tripped up an alarm? Everything had been going to perfectly. Now Joe was over there bleeding out on the stairs. He’d known Joe since grade school. Goddammit, someone was going to pay for this.