As the first man fell, Mr. Nice was already lining up for a second shot. His target, however, fell as his ankle exploded in a blossom of blood. The guy then fired off a few shots that were way off the mark. Sloppy. Now his two friends and possibly the police would be on their way.<br/><br/>He could have shot the guy but there was no reason to be silent now. Instead he strode toward the man as he lined up for a second shot. Mr. Nice liked it up close and personal. The fear in their eyes as he took their lives. It was better than sex.<br/><br/>Smiling to himself and whistling a very old classic - "Don't fear the reaper" - He casually gripped the man's head and snapped his neck. Strangulation would have been more fun but Mr. Nice didn't have much time. He pulled himself up via the hand rails and waited, suspended against the ceiling of the car, for the other two attackers to arrive.