A few panicked locals ran by the Shark Club, distracting Dallen for the moment. More and more came running past, all of them heading away from the gunshots and explosions. Though he couldn't see the action itself, the amount of people running away from it told him it was bigger than the average gang shooting. Dallen grabbed the nearest local passing by, asking [color=steelblue] "What's going on?" [/color] "Terrorists!" the man shouted. "They're shootin' up ev'ry one at the Desperado!!" Dallen released the scared man's sleeve and he continued to run off in the safer direction. Curiosity and a moral sense of law and order directed Dallen's steps forward. Whether Frank followed or not, Dallen went into the terrified crowd, heading the way they were all desperately trying to flee from. As he calmly walked through the people, he noticed one other person walking toward the gunfight as well. The man was suitably equipped, and had a dog with him. Without any words, Dallen knew the man was doing the same as himself. He looked over at the dog, then the man and gave him a nod. As they approached the Desperado, the smell of smoke and death became more potent. Bodies were littered in the streets, mostly civilians, but also some raiders as well as some of the casino guards. [color=steelblue] "Whoa..." [/color] Dallen said at the sight of it all, now standing still next to the stranger and the dog. They were in the middle of the street as the gunfight continued. Looking down at one of the corpses, Dallen noticed it was the whore from earlier. She was lying face down with many holes in her back, her eyes a wide open dead glare. A burst of flames erupted from the inside, while many of the raiders came out to the streets. The gunfight was happening inside and out, death all around. It was only a matter of seconds before the raider's got up and noticed them. Dallen looked over at the stranger. [color=steelblue] "Shall we?" [/color] Pulling out both of his silenced firearms, he opened fire at the group of thugs.