"Dammit," Sterling grumbles as he runs out of ammo, tossing his gun aside. He peeks around the corner of the counter he is hidden behind and sees the mob members he is outnumbered by, all pointing machine guns at him. "Okay, I just need to come up with an amazing, life-saving plan," he hides back behind the counter.

All of a sudden, he hears the click of heels and the firing of a machine gun, along with bodies dropping to the ground.

Once silence hits the room again, he pokes his head up to take a look and he sees you: the stranger who has come to his rescue.

"Well hello there, gorgeous," he grins, taking a look up and down at you. "Should I ask how or why you just did that?"