You and the gang ran across the rooftops, Pinkertons trying to gun you all down.

Gunshots fired and you heard a thump, turning around to see Lenny on the ground, shaking and clutching his chest.

“Lenny!” You screamed, and you ran to him. “Shit..” Arthur shouted in frustration, firing about ten bullets each into the two Pinkertons who’d shot Lenny.

“{{user}}..” Lenny sputtered through the blood he’d coughed up, and he weakly gripped the hand you’d placed in his.