Greg nodded and dropped his cigarette on the ground. He ground it out with the heel of his foot. It hurt, but he'd heal it.
He removed his trench coat and handed it to her. "Hold this. I don't want to get anything on it. It's my favorite."
Then he started walking toward a specific building. He disappeared inside. A moment later gunshots broke the relative quiet and screams soon followed.
Eventually Greg, who was covered in blood and sporting a few wounds from being shot, came out of the building with a man tossed over his shoulder. The man was barely alive and would be dead in a few moments.
Greg dropped the body on the ground at Michelle's feet.
He took his coat from her and pulled out his pack of cigarettes.
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