*Gordon waits for Beatrix to walk out of the bar, and is happy to see the bar somewhat empty. He turns to John, and his smile vanishes.*
Gordon: Enough delays, where is it?
*He blatantly searches John, not even waiting for a answer, and throws both his guns behind the bar. A look of frustration plays across Gordon's face, before changing to a more placid expression.*
Gordon: Well. You really don't have it? Then there's really no point in-!
*John in a blur motion swings his full glass of whiskey at Gordon's face, and misses. He stares dumbly at Gordon, who does not look pleased.*
Gordon: Goodbye John.
*Gordon shoots John point blank in the chest twice, both blow out of John's back, and he takes on the expression of utter agony. He coughs a gout of blood, then falls out of his chair.*
*Gordon simply get's up, buttons his coat, and walks towards the main room.*

---
*Sasha sighs at the gun shots, and look even more annoyed.*
Sasha: What the fuck now.
*She looks towards Lecter, and nods with Vaseraga.*
Sasha: Quickly explain.