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Before A-H could respond an explosion rocked the street with the sort of blast that you don't have to see to feel. It was enough to catch Boss off guard momentarily, the force of the explosion literally causeing him to rock backwards. Just as soon as the black billowy smoke that signified a successful hit began rising behind the large beautiful building under atack another more distinct smoke filled the sky; this one a distinct red that reminded Boss of the soldier like men he'd seen around town.

As if on cue the red coated warriors seemed to emerge on the scene from every which way; they had no qualms about shoving Boss aside as they marched towards the now besieged building while shouting the strange language everyone here seemed to know. Suddenly everything seemed to be in utter chaos;many of what Boss assumed was the local populace taking up arms angrily around him-hopefully none of them would notice he had just gunned down some of their would be allies. Atleast thats he assumed they were allies, the way they all shouted jargon he really didn't know who was fighting who. Hell, he didn't even know [i]why[/i] they were fighting. 

What he had thought would be the simple extermination of a few gun toting thugs followed by a quick reward had morphed into some weird....riot type thing? He'd never seen anything like it back home and even if by some miracle Boss could challenge the growing crowd he still wouldn't have enough ammunition on hand to survive the groups direct attention. Suddenly this had become a matter of survival, a fact that made him keep the fully loaded .44 clutched tightly in his right hand.

Maybe he had chosen the wrong side?

“A-H!” Boss barked at the little droid that bobbed two and fro as if the rioting mob taking place was just another day in Orleans. Boss went on doing his best to yell above the crowd, his eyes locked with the spherical metal ball as if talking to an actual person. “Get me the fuck out of here, somewhere safe! You know the area better then I do damnit!”