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[i]The moment Donny saw the crossbowman fire and miss, he lunged out of the window and rolled into a low crouch. The revolver let loose with a spasm of fire and an ear-pounding crack. Again he aimed for the head, and were the bullet to do its work well enough, Donny would easily rose from his crouch and pace away from the limo as he smoothly reloaded his gun, eyes shifting to and fro to sight in on any suspicious movements in the area. Streamers of daylight cast tiger stripes of gold across the paving, the buildings, over Donny's face, and he absentmindedly squinted and shifted back into what scant shadows were left. Nothing of concern drew his attention. Now that he didn't have anything nasty being pointed in his direction, at least to the best of his knowledge, he felt like he had finally managed to seize upon some small vestige of control. Having to the best of his ability ensured that no immediate threats were present, he turned his dull eyes back towards the other passengers. They were involved in the setup. They knew things he didn't, likely information that could provide solid leads to the conniving asshole who had just made the last mistake of his life.

Donny tucked his revolver into its holster and took up a coiled slouch as he slid both hands into the pockets of his overcoat. Were a keen eye intent on Donny's conservative motions, it might be noted that the Magnum's hammer was left cocked a blink before the weapon was concealed by the black overcoat. From there he waited, to see if the others would be able to make it out alive.[/i]