Carlos, had paused, withdrawing around the corner outside the small office and hesitated when the other guard had started turning. He fingered his nightstick. This was decidedly different than shaking down a "client" for his payments. Most of the time you didn't have to lay a hand on them. You just flexed your biceps, said some scary things and they forked over everything they had. It was their own fault for accepting a loan from a criminal after all.

He could hear what was going down, recognized the standoff. He wasn't sure what to do until the former Saints lieutenant moved, taunting the guard in order to let Carlos know where she was. She'd maneuvered, backing away from the door so that the second guard wasn't looking in his direction. That's when he moved, slipping in silently and stepping up behind the guard. HIs nightstick snapped up and downwards, towards the spot where neck joined with shoulder. With a simple grunt the guard crumpled to his knees and then forward onto his face.

"And that's wha' you get for messin with the saints!" Carlos declared, shoving his extended forefinger and index finger towards the downed guard, "Eres un cerdo estúpido!"