Bell and Adler stood at the high-top tables of the bar, which was bustling with activity due to the start of football. Every television broadcasting football or some other sport while every drunk male or female watch in entertainment. It was great, at least no one will witness the news for what Bell and Adler were going to do.

A few minutes pass, a person comes by and leans against the table, talking in a low voice. Chief of Police was who he was. Adler was able to strike a deal to keep his men out of the area for a few minutes while him and Bell attend to some unfinished business. "Alright Bell, you heard the man." Adler said, placing some cash on the table as he walked out the back entrance of the building, gently moving people to the side for a clear path. After exiting he lead Bell to the truck of a car to gather their gear and weapons. "We got a job to do."

Currently, you're holding Qasim over the edge of a building. Out of breath from the amount of running and gunning he made you do just to catch him. Eventually Adler caught up, tossing a body over the edge as it landed on a car. It was a pretty far fall. "Y-You.. You Americans have rules!" Qasim had trembled, shooting a glare at Adler then at Bell.

Adler smirked, "You took hostage, so, the rules change slightly." He gestured his hand, "Bell,"