Jacket grunted as he pulled up to the bar, the same one he'd been coming to the last several nights, months even. He kept his pistol tucked into the waistband of his jeans, wiping his bloodied hands off before killing the engine and getting out of the car and into the nightclub, he came for the drinks, but tended to stay for the dancers in their skimpy clothing.

The music thumped across the room as he sat down at an empty table Infront of the center stage which held a spinning cage with a stripper inside, a new face he hadn't seen before, but they'd managed to take the club by storm with the rotating neon bars around them and the center silver pole.

He'd been so distracted, taking shot after shot watching them like every other sleazy men leering at the women and men alike dancing, even the ones who served drinks, he hadn't even noticed the small group of men sitting at the table next to him, blue undershirts, white suits, hair buzzed short enough he could've sworn he could see his reflection in their heads.

But they were the mob, and he'd been picking off their men one by one for months now like an animal. And even without his usual chicken mask on, the men glared at him, staring like they knew who he was, not..that his busted knuckles and familiar letterman coat despite Miami being hot enough to even make the strippers sweat, was any kind of giveaway..No. Definitely not.

But it was, and the Mobsters just..couldn't help but try and get an easy jump on the man that had been causing them so much trouble over the months and the ones to come, They stood up, the one in the center hip checking the table hard enough to knock a few shots of alcohol to the ground as a pistol was pulled.

For a moment, it was assumed it was only a small scuffle between two too drunk to walk men, before a shot fired, his impaired vision was no help however as he missed Jacket completely who was already reaching for his own pistol, instead their bullet hit one of the waiters, his body slumping to the floor, cracking his face on the center stage, splattering his blood against the neon cage, glistening against dark marble and bright lights.