[D.F.I.]

Lucky: I'll discard my Lugar, and buy the Desert Eagle. And 50 clips. Just like old times.....

Lucky walks outside the shop. He looks down the street. It was deserted.

Lucky: Hmm.....I wonder when we're gonna have some fun.....*grins* yes....payback shall be enough.....or maybe the easy way out....*looks at his new guns* Nah.

Lucky walks down the street, thinking to himself.

Lucky: (to himself) This has taken too long......

A police man approaches him

Police: Hey! Are You Davion?

Lucky: Err....yeah. Why do you ask, officer?
Police: *pulls out his revolver* You're under arrest. Put your hands up. *points it at him*

Lucky ponders for a while.

Lucky: Yes, officer.

Before the officer could react, Lucky kicked the pistol out of his hand. Suprised, he let his guard down, and his eyes followed his flying gun. When he turned back to face Lucky, a gun was pointing at his face.

Lucky: Who sent you?

Police: Err.....umm....

Lucky: Answer me! I do not have the time.... *looks over the police's shoulder. More police cars could be seen, sirens blaring.*
Grr.....*Shoots the policeman in the neck.*