"Oh fuck." Victor said, running along to the sound of gunshots with his own gun out, hopping over cars and the sort. He quickly stands down and holsters his weapon when he realizes there does not seem to be a threat. He kneels down beside the wounded officer, pulling out a silk handkerchief and his knife to help out the hurt man. "You're going to be alright. He's a tough one, we'd like someone like him wouldn't we chief?" he asked, alleviating the mood a little with a joke towards Ben and the bleeding bastard. "Looks like we got ourselves a weird fuck, poor soul." he said, pointing to the number thirteen. "Illuminati my ass, you want someone to blame for being a fuck up it's only you." he said whilst trying to recognise the tattoos, but he simply couldn't! 

The man more or less treated by Victor, he helped him up, dialing 911 on his phone. "Come on big guy, let's get you to a hospital." he said, motioning for Ben to grab his other arm. His mind kept replaying the words “They had a fucking woman, man.” in his head. He tugged at his pistol, and looked about. "Wonder where the fuck she went." He decided to look about, in case he missed some sign of the "woman" which he only realised, was making him feel odd. The merc kept an eye out, hand ready to point something that could take at least a hundred lives in a minute at whatever he didn't like the look of. 

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