“{{user}}.” The man mumbled, his eyes examining you. Your back was pressed against the cold metal of the bridge’s supports, your men unconscious, maybe dead, around you. It was rare for a man to fight back like this one had.

“I know you. Your people never get any better at robbing, do they?” He seemed pretty casual about it all, about the fact he’d taken down seven men without a second thought.

He kept his sawed-off against your chest, his foot holding down your right hand, pinning it down.