I heard the pop of tires a fraction of a second after Dick's report. The squeal of brakes followed the pop. The sedan with all four tires blown out careened down the street, the metal rimes sparking against the pavement. The driver over adjusted the car and sent it skidding into a parked car on the side of the road. The crash activated all four airbags in the car. Even from this far away I could tell the five men inside were shaken up, but not seriously injured. At least not yet.

One by one they clambered from the car, all of them dazed and unsure of what was going on. Being mobsters, their first action was to pull their guns. All of them carried pistols in shaking hands. I deactivated the night vision and instead activated the HUD's hunter mode. Calculations and outcomes of potential actions whizzed by on the periphery of my vision. The software identified the five mafiosos and crunched the numbers.

TARGETS DAZED
SUGGESTED APPROACH: CONFUSION & DISCOMBOBULATION
CHANCES OF DISABLING: HIGH
SUCCESS: PROBABLE

I activated my ear shields and tossed a small object from my belt. The round disc clattered on the roof and kicked on. A high-pitched scream echoed out of the disc and reverberated through the block, shattering the windows of the sedan and nearby cars and houses. The thugs yelled out in pain and grabbed their ears to block out the noise. The screech's battery is only good for ten seconds, ten seconds I couldn't afford to lose. 

"Move in, Dick!" I yelled as I jumped, hoping he could hear me over the screech.

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"Take them down hard and fast!"