"Heh...mobsters...let's go break up their party...crash, bang, and boom. Knock knock. Anybody home?" The door slammed into the wall and my sensitive nose wrinkled at the reek of marijuana. Even as I rolled my eyes at his sounds.<br/><br/>"What's up Nexo... You planning on being a verbal marching band?" I dashed into the room after him to find a few men in various states of awareness. Though all were flying high on their narcotics. "Hello gentlemen. Sorry to break up your fun." I let the words slide easily between my feline teeth and the feral growl seemed to startle them, regardless of the fact that we had just broken down their front door.<br/><br/>A door upstairs banged open and several more men spewed out and thundered down the stairs toward us, their weapons drawn. I easily took down the first man and and a loud pop resounded throughout the stairwell as his shoulder popped out and he shrieked with pain. I slashed his face violently with my claws and lept onto a another man. I briefly wondered how Nexo was doing but I quickly forgot it as a bullet whistled by my head. I was sure he knew how to handle himself, these were sad excuses for mobsters.