Joe was close enough to LeBeau to see the blood spray, but not close enough to be hit by it. At the same time, Dan made Fitzsimmons into Swiss cheese.  That left just Stone, fumbling with both his gun and the cash before deciding neither was worth it. He dropped the loot and started to run like hell towards the car. Joe drew down on Stone and opened up with his Beretta. Joe's bullet struck Stone in the back and made the man fall just as their sniper Preston opened fire. 

The shot, that had been aimed for Stone's neck when he was upright, instead hit the falling man in face. The bullet blew the lower half of Stone's mouth off in a spray of blood and pulp that made even Joe, hardened as he was, flinch at its sight.

"Jesus Christ!" Joe said out of surprise. 

Stone, on the ground and bleeding out, made a loud gurgling, groaning sound with his throat and continued to reach out towards the car in his death throes. Joe sighed and walked towards the man. He stood above him and aimed his pistol down. Stone tried to say something that Joe could almost make out as [i]please.[/i] He didn't know if it was Stone asking Joe to spare him or put him out of his misery.

"Sorry, pal. I only got one option."

Two quick shots to the back of the head stopped Stone's thrashing and groaning. Joe looked up from the dead man to the group.

"What now?"