Bullets flew and grazed everything but the sniper, the street he had just dashed across was now laid to waste, cement upturned from bullets that had either dug themselves into the ground or ricocheted off, the majority having dug through the ground. The mafia were now surrounding the apartment, quite frankly, they didn't seem to want to waste or have any more grenades. The hotel was now a miserable pile of debris with half of a sign that no longer was lighted on top.<br/><br/>Police sirens ringed in the distance. The mafia smiled, not knowing their leader had abandoned them.<br/><br/>Flashback...<br/>RoTTeN smiled his warm and reassuring smile, "The police. Many a explosion will drown out their sirens, do not worry,<span style="font-style: italic">my brothers</span>.".<br/>[/flashback]<br/><br/>No explosions marked the silencing of the sirens. No reassuring smile in any flashback could reassure the now downed mafia. All of them had killed, plundered, and raped, and now all of them, were on the other side, they felt their freedom already being drained, their lives, they were now<span style="font-style: italic">nothing</span>. The majority of the mafia were on their knees, guns by their sides as they wept. The rest had already started running, getting in groups with their trusted partners, shooting bullets behind them, threatening anything that would try or is chasing them.