"In any case, listen up. We need to find out where that truck went so we can follow it. I have two ways of doing this. First is you start a shootout with the gang members and bring them out in the open so I can take most of them out meaning you will interrogate the last man standing and make him tell us where they went. Second option is you do your quiet sneaking, which you are so good at, to capture one guy and bring him back here for interrogation. It's your choice."
Calvin cast about the warehouse. He spied a ladder which led down to the ground floor. Descending it quickly, he crouched down behind a crate by the wall. He drew his revolver, wincing at the click when he pulled the hammer back. Hopefully he wouldn't have to start any fires, but it was best to be prepared. He went to take a look around the crate- and saw one of the gang members staring at him.
Without thinking, he raised the revolver and fired. Wow, I'd forgotten how strong those incendiary rounds are, he reflected as the man flailed around, ablaze and in agony. He ducked down as the others started shooting at him. Pausing to contact Byron. "The whole stealth thing didn't work out. Fair warning, I'm about to start a massive fire, so these guys are gonna come running out. Make sure you leave one alive for me to get. There should be 7 coming out."
There was a fuse box on the wall that he could shoot from behind the crate, which was fast being worn away by enemy fire. He took aim, and squeezed the trigger. The box exploded in a shower of sparks, and after being combined with the phosphorous in the bullet, fires began raging inside the warehouse. The gang members bolted for the door, with Calvin in hot pursuit.
"They're coming out, start shooting!"
Calvin cast about the warehouse. He spied a ladder which led down to the ground floor. Descending it quickly, he crouched down behind a crate by the wall. He drew his revolver, wincing at the click when he pulled the hammer back. Hopefully he wouldn't have to start any fires, but it was best to be prepared. He went to take a look around the crate- and saw one of the gang members staring at him.
Without thinking, he raised the revolver and fired. Wow, I'd forgotten how strong those incendiary rounds are, he reflected as the man flailed around, ablaze and in agony. He ducked down as the others started shooting at him. Pausing to contact Byron. "The whole stealth thing didn't work out. Fair warning, I'm about to start a massive fire, so these guys are gonna come running out. Make sure you leave one alive for me to get. There should be 7 coming out."
There was a fuse box on the wall that he could shoot from behind the crate, which was fast being worn away by enemy fire. He took aim, and squeezed the trigger. The box exploded in a shower of sparks, and after being combined with the phosphorous in the bullet, fires began raging inside the warehouse. The gang members bolted for the door, with Calvin in hot pursuit.
"They're coming out, start shooting!"