Dominic crouched down behind the wooden crate. Smoke was drifting from his pistols as he reloaded them, empty clips clattering against the concrete floor.<br/>"You come out now, son of pigfucker!" yelled Yuri with obvious glee in his voice. Dominic had shot five of his men already, but Yuri still seemed to figure he had the upper hand. Hell, he probably did. Dom had managed to dispatch half of the men participating in the ambush, but now he was cornered, crouching down behind the crate as Yuri's men advanced, cutting him off from all exits.<br/>Yuri and Dominic belonged to rival crime famillies who had been at eachothers throats since the fall of the iron curtain. It didn't seem to matter to Yuri that Dominic had abandoned the fight for another one. He ran with a different crowd these days, but it wasn't something he'd be able to explain to Yuri so he'd understand. It had seemed a lot esier to shoot his way out of the ambush, but now he was quickly running out of options.<br/>"Yoho, Dominic Gigante, time running out for you! You die like good boy now, yes?" Dominic grinned despite himself, Yuri's grasp on the english language had never been very good. He also didn't know that Dom rarely went by his old name these days. He'd be damned if he'd let these two bit thugs get the better of him. Well, damned again more accratly.<br/>"I'd love nothing else Yuri old boy," he yelled back, "but I'd be late for that hot date with your sister. You know how crazy she is about Italian meat." Dom ducked just in time as a burst of automatic fire shot the crate to pieces, sending splinters everywhere. Taking cover behind wooden crates never worked except in Hollywood movies. It was amazing how those assholes never got anything right.<br/>"You cock sucker! I will feed you your own dick, son of whore!" Yuri had always been embarassingly easy to provoke. Dominic wondered if it had been the smart thing to do though, as he lay flat on his back on the floor, covered in wooden splinters. Ah, what the hell. Time to cut loose.<br/>With two well aimed shots Dom shot out the two lamps providing the only illumination. In the pitch black that followed, only sporadic gun fire and the terrified screams of dying men could be heard. That, and something else, something not from this world.<br/>Minutes later, Dominic lit his lighter, the small flame casting some light on the scene. It was quiet as the grave, except for one thing, the gurgling sound Yuri was making as he was choking on his own blood, trying to breath. "You...why are you alive?" Yuri coughed as Dominic came closer. Dom just shrugged. "God loves me." He knealed down by Yuri, watching him struggle to breath. "Who...who are you?" Dominic smiled. "Why Yuri, you have sent plenty of men to their graves in your days. I'm suprised you don't recognize Death by now." Dominic's guns rang out one final time, playing a funeral dirge for Yuri Ivanovich Galitzine.<br/><br/>Dominic stepped out in the snowstorm, pulling his jacket closer. He had gotten himself out of a jam once again, he was getting good at this sort of thing. He was no closer to finding the answer to the question he'd been sent here to look into though. No matter, he would sooner or later. The way he felt right now, he could've taken on the whole world, he was invincible. What if it was true? What if God truly did love him?<br/>Dominic did not see the ambulance speeding towards him. He impacted with the windshield with bone shattering force, sending him tumbling over the roof and then sliding of it as he finally came to rest, ungracefully landing face first on the snow covered street.