I had landed in the awkwardest of positions. My head was between two curvaceous and tender mountains of undeniable beauty, the lady who was the owner of these beauties was giggling happily although her head was bleeding. The truck was on its right side in the ditch, I having been forced by gravity into the girl, the other girl was dead, two feet away from the truck.<br/><br/>The drivers seats door shot out with a loud BAM, a hand appeared from the armored van. It grabbed the side of the van and pulled itself up, revealing the vans driver. This man wore a fancy black hat, he had a spectacle covering his right eye from which a golden chain was connected to, the golden chain traced a path down his now torn grey shirt and to his pocket, where a golden watch stuck out of, the steady click of it showing it was still working. He was a tall man, standing at 6 and a half feet at least. He was white and very well-muscled, he stood upright and stared at Claire, frowning.<br/><br/>(Sorry about my changing perspectives Otroper, I'll try harder to keep in one-man.)<br/><br/>The mafia back in the town, unaware they were left to a doomed fate without the leader they adored were still shooting at the newcomer. A blind eye was still kept towards the succubus as they escaped.