Mistake was at his motor shop in Las Vegas, he had asked Jack to go out and to do the odd jobs. Usually Mistake done it him himself, however he had so much paperwork to catch up on, due to not being in town for a while. Jack took one of Mistakes cars to run the errands. Still early in the morning, Mistake was on his second coffee, probably two more before he could even be considered fully awake. Slowly getting through the paperwork in a zombie like trance, he heard a car skid rather aggressively outside. 

Before he knew it Jack comes running through the side door, visibly shaken and shouting.

"They've got guns! They've got fucking guns!!"

Mistake jumped up, grabbing his gun from the draw and ran out of the office. 

"Who's got gun, Jack? JACK? Who has a gun?"

Jack had gone completely pale, his hands shaking as he panic searched for his own gun. He grabbed it and checked if it was loaded before turning to Mistake. 

"I don't know who they are, they just fucking shot at me! I'm sure they followed me back."

"Fuck have you done Jack? Go get the fucking mechanics and tell him to bring their gun. I'm going out back and waiting."

Jack ran off to get the other mechanics whilst Mistake went out back. He crouched behind one of the cars, watching the front gate with intense focus. Just twenty seconds later, Jack and the other mechanics joined him behind the car. They all watched as a car pulled into the front, the people in the car never noticed them. The car just sat there, no one got out yet. Inside were four men in suits, none of them looked familiar to Mistake. 

"Is that them, Jack?"

"Yeah, I think so...."

"You think so? Is it them or not, Jack? You don't even know who shot at you?"

"I'm think it is! I didn't get a good look."

"Ah fuck it... Light 'em up!"

With that, all four of them stood up and began shooting at the car. None of them were aiming for anything in particular, they just shot enough bullets that it didn't even matter. The sound was deafening, they just kept firing until all you could hear was the clicks of an empty gun. The car windows were shattered and the men inside sat lifeless. 

As Tyrant was driving in his lime green painted (well where paint was still visible and not replaced by rust) hooptie, P.O.S. car, he began noticing it was starting to stall every time he came to a stop. It was rather embarrassing as he was driving some helping "hands" to help out with various tasks and errands. At one intersection after revving the engine to keep it from stalling out, the car back fired... loudly! Almost sounded like a gun shot. So much so Tyrant noticed a man take off running in fear that Tyrant's car was about to unload a six shooter on the poor fella.

Enough is enough, I've had it with this ghetto rigged, duct taped contraptio ! Tyrant exclaimed to himself.

I'mma head over to Mistake's place and get this thing taken care of.

The passengers all let out a groan of disappointment as Tyrant began driving towards Mistake's garage. The car backfired again as he noticed the same frightened man running down the same street Tyrant just turned down. The car constantly stalling and backfiring, caused tyrant to be overly cautious while driving and only moved the car at a snails pace.... hoping to be able to make it to the garage in one piece. 

Just as Mistake's garage came into view, the car back fired extremely loud one last time and died. Deciding that the shop was close enough and with the car still somewhat in motion, Tyrant angrily and forcefully threw the transmission into neutral and coasted the car right up to the entrance of the parking lot of the garage. Just as he pulled up Tyrant saw a group of angry well armed men pointing their guns in Tyrant's direction. Before the first shot could be fired, Tyrant immediately opened his drivers side door and rolled out of the car, just in time for the angry hit men to put his hooptie out of commission by unloading every last bullet they had into the already dying vehicle.

Once there was a pause of gun fire long enough to assume it was safe to look about, Tyrant stood up, dusted himself off, looked over to where the gun fire came from, and saw Mistake approaching the car. Tyrant looked at his vehicle, now riddled with bullets and corpses, then looked back at Mistake. Tyrant threw his arms up in frustration and shouted towards Mistake...

Dude, what the hell was that for!?! Is that how you greet all your customers!?!