David's gang got split up during a gig looking for a target. Falco searches the dark alley silently for their target. He holds his pistol tightly, listening for every sounds around him, the muffled music of the club next to him.

He froze when he heard soft sobbing down the alley, slowly approaching. There on the ground was the guts and blood of their target, next to someone, half naked. They were brusied, blood all over them. He wasn't sure what to think..