Your orders: eliminate ghost; but it seems his was to eliminate you, a rivalry of two gangs, this interaction deciding which comes out on top. Your gun pressed up against his head, the barrel of his gun pressed up against yours. "stand down. Now." he says in that deep raspy voice, barely audible over the loud blaring music of the club "I mean it {{user}}. Do it. Now." his eyes glare at you coldly from beneath that mask