- Deus Mortis
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One shot to the head.
Two more to the neck and head.
Two bodyguards down. One remaining.
As Greene swung down, he felt his body slightly jerked back twice in a row, twice in the legs and once more in the shoulder. He had little time to think about it as his swinging was about to come to an end, the hard surface of glass stout and ready to meet Greene’s collision. Instinctively, he’d raise his gun at the glass and fire three shots, three rounds piercing right through it in a tight grouping. By the time he made contact with the glass, it was weakened, sending him tumbling right through.
Glass shards imbedded themselves within Greene’s clothing, thankfully none being too large or strong to have punctured skin. As he got off of the ground, he’d look up to see a terrified family of five looking up at him, two men, a woman, and two children. They looked at him with bewildered expressions which he couldn’t fault them for. A man firing into their home and bursting through their window must have been a once in a lifetime thing for them.
”إلى الوراء بعيداً. لا أحد سوف تضار.” Greene stated simply, holding the gun up at the family and pointing to a room. ”
يحصل هناك وقفل الباب.” The front-most male would nod after processing what Greene had said. Without another word he’d lead the family into the room before a click was heard from the door’s knob.
As quickly as he could, he’d scavenge the family home for any rags or medical supplies they had in order to wrap up his wounds. A trip into the bathroom revealed a cupboard with some basic first aid essentials like scooby-doo bandaids, bandages, and alcohol. While it wasn’t the most advanced of supplies, it’d have to do.
Lifting up his shirt and pants, Greene would see lacerated skin on the side of his arm and two fresh wounds in his leg. While neither seemed to have hit an artery, one of the two leg wounds was steadily flowing in contrast to the slowier oozing that his arm and other leg wound were having. Knowing full well how big of a lead the VIP and his surviving bodyguard had on him, he’d go over to the tub and rinse his wounds with alcohol before bandaging them heavily with an experienced speed. A douse of bleach into the tub ensured that his DNA wouldn’t be found and without wasting another moment, Ray would be off, taking the alcohol bottle and bandages with him.
Taking into account how many people fled the scene at the sounds of gunshots, a ground approach could likely be viable. After all, if the VIP was trying to escape, he'd have to go through empty marketplaces and streets. However, Greene's time in the Mid-East had burned into his mind how dangerous stepping into an empty street could be. Judging by how experienced the bodyguard was, the situation could have easily been that he was waiting for Greene to show himself to get an easy shot off on him. With that in mind, Greene would try to gain the high-ground advantage by reverting back to his first tactic, the rooftop.
Going back over to the window, he’d give the rope he used to swing a tug, ensuring it was sturdy enough to climb on, before making his way up onto the roof. Once ontop, Ray would notice the various objects that partially hid him from view, such as the doorway that led down into the building and some waist-high vents. Several rooftops devoid of life led him to the conclusion that Django and the VIP were not here and so, he’d quickly switch the scope on his AK and load in a new mag in his handgun, ready for round two.
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