Gavin was strolling through the streets of Philadelphia, enjoying his hot dog. The Pier was bustling, with a few new businesses already opened. Business in Philadelphia was going quite well, and Gavin was content to simply wallow in the benefits of capitalism. In fact, he had to speak to Tara about finding out how much money he had in the bank- and how to make a withdrawal without using a gun. Polishing off the end of his hot dog, Gavin wiped a spot of ketchup off his lip with his hand. And that's when he saw the situation materializing in the distance.

Jack Mezzo, strolling past one of the shops and looking in one of the windows. About twenty feet behind him, a young man in a trenchcoat was staring at Jack, and his hand was in his pocket. Gavin nearly choked on the last bite of his hot dog, and immediately pulled his gun from his shoulder holster and began running towards Jack.

He saw the young man in the trenchcoat tense up immediately and pull something from his pocket. The gun was unmistakeable. 

Pushing his way through the crowd, Gavin lept over the park bench both to avoid bystanders and get a decent angle on the target. Both men raised their guns at the same time, as Jack just began to realize what was happening.

Sprinting to take a leap up in the air from a park bench with a mouth full of hot dog is not exactly what they teach you at the shooting range, but Gavin was a natural. He fired his first shot when he was rising in the air and the second when he'd started to fall again. He hit the ground with a roll, quickly popping up with his gun in his hand- but the man with the trenchcoat was down. Wounded? Dead? Gavin was about to make extra sure of the deed when Jack Mezzo grabbed his gun, staring at Gavin in disbelief.

"Was that... you?"

Gavin nodded proudly. Jack immediately sent a passerby to call for an ambulance. Confused, Gavin swallowed the last bit of hot dog in his mouth when he realized. 

"Oh shit... was that guy..."

He furrowed his brow.

"... your bodyguard?"

JackMezzo nodded. Gavin nodded slowly. Well, that would explain why he was staring at Jack with his hand in his pocket and pulled out a gun when Gavin started sprinting. 

Gavin pursed his lips as a siren emerged in the distance.

"Boss, I can totally explain..."

"Unless you want to explain to the cops, you should probably just start running now."

Gavin nodded. Wise as always.

"Okay, Jack. I'll, uh... see you around."

Jack nodded. So that was good. 

With that, Gavin started running.