[Asshole. He'd suspected from the start that this could be a trap, could be too good to be true, but it had gone off so smoothly he'd let his guard down just a little too much.
Muscle memory has him reach for his knife, not his gun, while he quickly assesses the quickest way out. Through a window would be nice, but Dante's little private back room here doesn't have one. He probably has some rear exit of his own, a hatch under a table or something, but there's no time to search for it.
As he pulls his knife, the other three draw pistols. This is hardly a fight, more like an execution - but Johnnie ducks low and rushes the guy closest to him, and his gun goes off but fires in entirely the wrong direction as Johnnie's shoulder and elbow collide with his gut and stagger him backward.]
Call 'em off, Dante, before this whole place goes, you ain't got a fuckin' clue!
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[Asshole. He'd suspected from the start that this could be a trap, could be too good to be true, but it had gone off so smoothly he'd let his guard down just a little too much.
Muscle memory has him reach for his knife, not his gun, while he quickly assesses the quickest way out. Through a window would be nice, but Dante's little private back room here doesn't have one. He probably has some rear exit of his own, a hatch under a table or something, but there's no time to search for it.
As he pulls his knife, the other three draw pistols. This is hardly a fight, more like an execution - but Johnnie ducks low and rushes the guy closest to him, and his gun goes off but fires in entirely the wrong direction as Johnnie's shoulder and elbow collide with his gut and stagger him backward.]
Call 'em off, Dante, before this whole place goes, you ain't got a fuckin' clue!