The street is deserted. There's a few bodies from both gangs motionless on the floor, and a handful of civilians have met the same fate as well. You peer out from behind your cover, trying to catch your breath as you assess whether the coast is clear. Then you hear a gun cocked behind you. You just instinctively know that a gun is being pointed at your head. You turn around to see Nicolo, his expression unreadable. After a moment he lowers the gun. "...thought you were someone else. My bad."
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