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There it was. We walked up to the building front in the pouring rain, preparing ourselves for what we knew what was inside. I knocked on the door, and a small window opened up to a bouncer. The bull let us in, and we started down the hallway. I double checked to make sure my arms were still hidden. The bouncer didn't see them, but I needed to be sure no one else would. We stopped in front of the door that led inside, and I signaled my partners to inform them of what they were to do. With one last step, I opened the door to the club.

I was staring at nothing in particular, the place had bored me. I about told the two we should leave, but then something more exciting than I could have hoped happened. Cats walked in the door. Not just any cats, but them. They walked in, I could tell they were here for us. I pretended not to notice them, and I silently notified Dane and Jack of the cat's presence. They both panicked, but I was the only one who seemed to noticed. I got them calmed down, and allowed my glare to fall on Conor.

We sat at the table across from them, and I could see Sean staring at me. I ignored it and let Peter and James order drinks. I couldn't tell where, but I knew that somewhere in his suit Sean had weapons hidden, like I did. I let my paranoia check for the gun again, and waited. Nothing happened for a while. Peter, James and I had just sat there in a tense atmosphere, knowing Dane, Jack, and Sean were watching our every move.

They had sat there for an hour not doing anything. What were they doing? What did they want? Sure, we had been rival gangs for quite a while, but this is such a strange time to assault someone. And this isn't even an assault. What was happening? After an hour of thinking I came to a conclusion: It didn't matter what they were doing, I needed them out of my sight. I motioned to Dane to take care of them. He stood up, and carried out his orders.

Sean gave some kind of signal and Dane stood up and walked toward us. I notified James and Peter and they came to attention. As Dane passed James, he picked him up and threw him to the ground. I lunged on top of Dane and slashed at his chest. I picked him up and used him as a meat shield to block Sean's bullets. His body went limp.

I turned my gun to the disoriented James and ended his struggle. At this point, Jack was up with a knife walking towards Peter. Peter flipped the table, and hit Jack, knocking him to the ground. Conor got up and pulled out a gun aimed at me. He fired two shots, but I jumped out of the way. Peter and Jack were having a knife duel, Conor and I were having a gunfight, and the whole club was in an enormous brawl.

I was shooting at Sean when a crocodile ran up and ripped my gun from my hands. He pointed it at the ceiling and fired six bullets, screaming, before I stabbed himi in the neck. I threw his body at Sean, and ran to the crowd to make sure the dog couldn't shoot me while I was distracted.

Conor ran into the crowd, leaving me no choice but to focus on Peter. I shot at him, ending his and Jack's duel pretty quickly. Panting heavily, Jack stood there, relieved to finally have Peter dead. Before he could react, a snake tackled him and bit him in the neck. Oh well, he was a lost cause.

I could faintly see Jack and Peter getting killed, meaning it was just me and Sean. And he had a gun. I elbowed a horse trying to sneak up behind me, and stabbed him. In my distraction, Sean had dissapeared. At least he didn't seem to know where I was.

Where is he? This crowd is impossible to navigate, and if I shoot anyone, it will reveal where I am. Getting into a fistfight with someone would take too long to kill them. I had an idea. I raced through the crowd to where our table was, and found Jack's body. I took the knife from it and a snake bit my leg. I panicked for a second, then stabbed it with the knife. I started back into the crowd, stabbing everyone, leaving a trail of death behind.

I was killing everyone around me, trying to find an exit. I broke out of the struggling bodies to find the door to the entry corridor. I opened it, only to see the boncer dead on the ground with a hole in his head, and Sean standing next to him with his gun and knife out. His suit usually gave him a look of control and calm, but now, bloodied, he looked like a madman. He was baring his teeth, and staring at me with his head down. His gun was in his right hand and his knife in his left, ready to kill at a moment's notice, and will.

Conor ran through the door and paused, seeing the scene in front of him. His leather jacket was covered in blood, his eyes darting around, tired and desperate, looking for a way out. I had had enough of this game. I raised my gun to shoot at him, but he whipped out his and shot the gun out of my hands. I threw my knife at him, nailing him in his shoulder, knocking him to the ground, and charged, screaming.

The knife stabbed my shoulder, preventing me from using my gun. I pulled it out and yelped in pain. I threw it his way, hoping it would stop him. It seemed to, because his scream cut short. I tried to do something, but I couldn't. I was stuck here, on this floor, bleeding out. My eyelids slid shut as I blacked out.

We had been dispatched to check out some kind of commotion at the club. We opened the door to something we didn't expect. There was a long corridor, and a bull at the front lying dead on the ground. On the other end, there was a dog with a knife in his neck, and a cat who seemed to have bled out, with a wound in his shoulder. When we went into the main room. There were dead bodies everywhere, signs of an all out brawl. I put my head in my hands. "This is going to be a long day."