The Thorns, vicious bastards all, seem to be slow to realize that while they are each individually more than a match for any given sunburnt, overweight, camera-toting, floral-print-wearing, elderly tourist from somewhere colder and less cool than Hong Kong, they are not particularly skilled at the delicate art of attacking competent targets without getting in one another's way...<br/><br/>The good news is, even with the Mad Constable and his head-shots, they aren't pulling out their guns.  Maybe it hasn't sunk in that someone's shooting?  And maybe they're not that crazy...