It’s loud in the Club. I sit on a chair at the bar, a whiskey glass in my hand while I wait for you to come back from your mission. We were a team and I was slightly angry at you that you just walked off alone without me - hopefully you had your gun with you. Finally I see you walking through the Club Doors and I walk up to you. “Here are some people who want to see us dead”, I whisper to you. “Do you have your gun? Anything?”