<em>'Gunfire!? OH YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!'</em>Michael's mind lit aflame as he heard the tell-a-tale sound of fire opening, and bent his head towards the hole as quickly as he had ever done so before.<br/><br/>"LASS!" Michael called, his voice offset by the sudden atmosphere change. Gunfire meant any number of different things, and none of them were ever good. "IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE, I BEST SUGGEST YOU MAKE HASTE!" He yelled, not paying mind to the possible assailants within the shop. Glancing around quickly, Michael spied a rather nice metal pipe and grabbed it. It wasn't the best type of tool for the job, but it would serve the purpose. "Come on lass, I don't know about you, but I'm not keen on fighting gunman today." By now, his Irish accent had returned and grown thick, as it usually did when the situation got as hairy as this or when he was just plain pissed off. Both applied to the current situation.