The gunman stood leaning against a wall in a nearby alley, waiting for his teammates to return to their safehouse.

Mista's attention was drawn to a nearby sound, seeing nothing in his views he moved to the entrance of the alley way with caution, dominant hand resting on the gun stuffed in his pants. Mista was a serious gunman and he'd be damned if he was going to let some punk get the drop on him. Pulling his gun out he peered out of the alley. "Hey! Who goes there?!" Mista shouted out.