Hoboken Steve 2 1 1
From Create Your Own Story
You pull the two desert eagles out of your hair and unload one round, hitting a burly hoodlum with a do-rag in the chest. The other gangsters appear terrified as they disperse, some ducking into rows of cars to cover their escape, and others running frantically past you out of the parking garage.
Your victim has collapsed to his knees, wheezing and clutching the wound. It looks as if you've grazed his right lung.
What the Hell now?
