Colt hid behind a brick wall, keeping his shotgun close. He knew Richard was the only one left on his way for the ultimate Victory Royale. And he also knew the man was to be taken seriously, he could snipe from miles away. He layed low for a while, before running inside the city for cover. If he stayed inside a building, he knew he had the upper hand. His shotgun skills where way above Dick’s. He hid a corner and adjusted his plastron, to give him more protection. 

As he did that, he heard footsteps coming from the floor above him. There he was. He had this in the bag. He slowly tip toed to the stairs, and carefully started to climb them. He slowly started to see Richard appear in his vision. He was looking through windows, hoping for an opportunity to snipe. He could taste the victory. He rushed at him, firing a shot. He thought he had him, but Rich turned around with a wooden plank and blocked all the paint bullets. Fuck. His opponent quickly swapped to a shotgun and rapidly fired two rounds, hitting Colt all over the back. He had lost.

He three his equipment to the floor in frustration. It was his lucky shirt too, now it was stained with paint. But he had was a man of his word, and he had made a promise.

”Alright man, you got me. Fair game. You can have your own HQ under me, in Pioneer. Just know that I let you win on that one.” he said, adding a little wink.

As soon as the paint splattered on Coltrane's back, Richard threw his equipment down onto the ground, then broke out in a wild Default Dance. Still, there was no way that Colt *didn't* let him win. Coltrane is the whole package, sexy, suave and knows his way around a gun. Wink wink. 

"Now THAT'S what I call a Victory Royale. We really ate everyone else's ass out there, didn't we? In any case, I'm glad you let me have this opportunity, boss. I'm gonna hold Seattle's interests at heart, and lead with the force of a million dabs. What do you say we go out and celebrate at the new Headquarters? Just a few words and I can have some of my guys bring over a chug jug full of the blessed snow, if you know what I'm sayin'" 

With that, Richard grabbed Coltrane bridal style before diving out the window to the apartment/range and activating his glider. It wasn't long before he reached his new headquarters, sexy boss still firmly in his arms. 

"So, I'm thinking for the design, we can model it after one HUGE battle bus. Thoughts?"