The pair started towards the back door and the bartender was the first who stepped into their way. Lana greeted him with a straight left punch making him meet with the floor. Almost nobody noticed it. They were even holding their ears to the ground or they were simply in a state they couldn't realize what happened around them. Either way it was good for Ray and Lana.
As they entered the corridor a man were stepping out of the big room. Maybe he noticed the submachine gun flinging from Ray's back as he reached for his gun. But Ray was faster, he grabbed the knife from his belt and in a second it found it's way up in the man's stomach. The 25 centimeter blade cut through easily the skin, the abdominal muscles, the liver and it ended up in the heart of the man. Pulling it out took a little more time.
Ray kicked out the door and he stepped in, Lana was behind him, still with her hood on.
-I'm back for what I have left here last time.
[color=#CC0000] -No...Not you again. How many times do I have to tell you? I. Won't. Fraking. Give. It. To. You. Did you cached it or should I say it again, you mother... -he couldn't continue as Ray shot the glass he was holding. -Are you fraking kiddin' with me? You're in my den! You will not be able to leave this room alive!
-I doubt it. -Lana stepped forward, removing her hood.
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