Vince sprints to a parked food truck. Bullets shred the canvas awning. Glass from the pawnshop window rains down.
A single . Kai’s chest explodes red. He crumples.
steps out from a stairwell.
leans against a brick wall. His black jacket is torn at the shoulder. He checks his watch. Then his SIG SAUER P320 – one in the chamber.
(whisper-shouting) They switched the drop. It’s a trap, Vince – four guys, back alley, ARs— street shootout script
– splashing through puddles. Kai rounds the corner, breath fogging.
Vince looks at Kai’s body. One second. Then nods. Vince sprints to a parked food truck
Vince moves – low, fast. He grabs Marco’s shotgun barrel, yanks. Elbow to the face. Marco drops.