Jet Grey Center of Town Jet woke up with a jump as the door to his rented room was kicked open, entering it was a Blood Cartel thug. The woman that laid next to Jet gave out a scream and pull up her blanket to cover her exposed body. Jet stood up, luckily wearing boxers, and tightened his hands to fist. Hey buddy, how about you learn to knock. Fuck off Jet! Wheres Blood's money you owe her? I don't owe Blood shit! I owe you like fifty dollars. The man frowned and drew a machete from his belt, and gave a gruff grunt as he grabbed ahold of Jet and dragged him into the rest of the building. The small bar he was in was nothing compared to the Rat Tooth, but he was alot less likely to be caught here. Well look how that turned out. All the civilians were cleared out of the bar, and in place the thugs of the cartel ransacked it for anything they could. Most of the thugs were just sitting about, waiting for their next order. Seeing Jet they gave off screams wanting blood. Various screams cried out. Gut him! Make him piss himself! Take his head off! Regardless, Jet held his cool, starting to formulate a plan out of the situation. Before anything could be put into motion, the front door blew open as Iron Battalion soldiers stormed the room. Drake Forester Center of Town The soldiers stormed the room, followed by the young Squad leader who gripped his rifle tight. He entered the small bar, his eyes immediately shooting up to the cartel member and his target, Jet Grey. Get outta here you damn Cartel Thugs. We came for the smuggler. Like hell! Blood would kill us if we gave him to you. We will kill you if you don't give him to us. The man looked down to his followers, and nodded, starting the gun fight. The cartel was out numbered and out gunned, but they held their own. As the bullets started to fire. Jet felt the machete to his back drop to the ground, along with the Thug as the Iron Battalion leader lowered his gun. Rolling away, Jet jumped to his feet and ran towards his room. Jet Grey Center of Town Shit! He said, slamming the door shut behind him, the girl he slept with last night already dressed and huddled in the corner. What the hell is going on! *Shrug* Wrong guy? Whatever I gotta get outta here. Quickly dressing, the gun fire started to die down, and foot steps thundered towards him. Grabbing his pistol, the door opened as he fired two rounds towards an Iron Battalion guard coming in. Jumping through the window, Jet gave a quick yell as he landed in the street. Drake Forester Center of Town Report? He got away sir. Shit, Richard is gonna be pissed. How many injured? We got two injured from the Cartel members, and one dead from Jet. Shot him through the throat when he entered the room to grab him. Damn. Get some guys after him, everyone else needs to come with me to see Richard.