-Mordecai was clearing a house with his gruff and rather churlish acquaintance, Viktor. Mordecai had walked up the stairs of the house, shooting a man who was about to kill Viktor, shooting him with his silver 1911. Mordecai slowly opened a door, clearing it as he did so and found what he and Viktor were looking for. A briefcase full of cash they were supposed to get for Atlas May, and he made his advancement toward it, not expecting any further interruption-