In a flash, we're out of the cars and inside. Inside, it's somehow even worse. There were several gunfighters here, with automatic weapons. They drove up outside (cartridges on the road, not on the sidewalk) and unloaded everything they had before walking inside and dealing with who was in there.
The bartender was. Somehow, he had avoided being shot in the initial fusillade by hiding behind the kegs - a gangster leaning against the front wall dead, and an empty double-barrelled shotgun provided testament to his defense of the establishment.
It seems those two shots were all he could fire before being overrun. I look to the side. He's been crucified against the wall with railroad spikes tearing apart the tendons in his arms.
The instrument lays nearby - a railroad hammer. I say it looks like there were three men holding the bartender up on the wall, and another with the hammer to drive the spikes in. Four crips to do this one thing.
"Or one big guy," X observes.
I concede: "that's possible - but what sort of..." my breath catches in my throat as I realize the consequences of that line of thinking. "Gentlemen, there's a vampire in the Crips."
I'm inspecting the murder scene so closely that I don't notice the three men who have walked in the door behind us until they open fire.
They burst in the door, guns drawn and firing. We've all got holes in us before too long. I see Vellum flip a table like cardboard, and X charge straight into the guns. He reaches up and breaks one's jaw before kicking the next in the head, sending him stumbling.
Vellum grabs the railroad hammer and throws it across the room. It breaks one's knee with a sound like a car crash. I bolt across the room and shout "stop!"
I briefly survey the scene. Three gangsters are before me, dazed or severely injured. On the left, unconscious. In the middle, still standing. And on the right, screaming uncontrollably with a broken leg.
I have X force the middle to his knees.
"Who do you work for?" I ask.
"Fuck you!" he shouts, "I'm not telling you not-"
I execute the one on my right. He finally stopped screaming.
I execute the one on my right. He finally stopped screaming.
"Okay, okay! Don't kill me! I just talk to Sam. Sam talks to Scratch."
"This Scratch fellow - have you ever seen him in person?"
"No! I wouldn't want to meet him, either! He crucified that bartender."
"Well, you can certainly send a message for us, won't you?"
"What... how am I supposed to do that?"
Vellum walks up, with a shotglass of his vitae.
I pipe up. "Drink it."
"What?"
"Drink that shot."
He does - and his eyes light up like he's been in a desert for a month without water, and we're giving it away for free.
X says, "We family now, right? That means you're gonna help us, right?"
"Yes, of course! I'll find a way to get the message to Scratch."
X: "Tell him to meet us at the 22nd Street Mission, in his territory. We have to talk."
"Yes, sir."
"Now get out of here before I decide to kill your other friend too."
The gangbanger stumbles out into the street with his friend over his shoulder.
I kick the dead body in front of me. It's unfortunate he had to die - but I feel like the one we were talking to would never had taken us seriously otherwise. Besides, just a few moments before, he was trying to kill us. Besides, it takes only one to send a message, and I let both of them leave, didn't I?