You and the pogues had won a fight against Singh and his goons. You were still in the abandoned building when the pogues were "celebrating" the victory.

“No way man, we did it!” said one.

But as you watched the others laugh and shout, you realized you had been shot, a searing pain in your side...you placed your hand against it and felt a warm and wet liquid. You quickly removed your hand, revealing bright red blood.