While Jo just seemed to really take the guy out as his breath finally left him, though he seemed more unconscious after being unable to breathe, Gray was a bit more rugged, just throwing punches all at the Bandit as they would struggle against one another, throwing the Bandit into the wall for a start. Then the thug tried to grab at Gray's neck, only to get shoved back, finally sending a few violent punches into the man's face, breaking his nose as a bit of blood covered his knuckles, finally the thug sliding down to the ground and falling unconscious. Once he was out cold Gray, catching his breath, reached down and pulled something out from the man's pocket, a pack of cigarettes and what looked like a small photograph.<strong>"I don't think this...belongs to you"</strong><br/><br/>Stuffing it into his pocket he turns back to Jo, seeing the other finally going dead silent.<strong>"Shit...remind me not to piss you off..."</strong>he joked, leaning down and picking up the man's pistol, an old M1911A1, along with pulling a magazine or two from his jacket. They were lucky when Jo grabbed hold of that thug he didn't drop the gun or fire off a round...otherwise they'd have to shoot their way out. For now, they still had stealth on their side.<strong>"There may be more outside...I think the rest of my stuff is in the basement. Saw some loot down there too, might be worth taking a look"</strong>he replied, before leaning out the doorway, gun in hand as he checked both sides, seeing no one approaching.<strong>"Stick close to me 'till we find you a piece. We'll get out of this soon enough."</strong>