Somebody save me, Judas thought as he was slowly being pushed off the edge of a building. It wasn’t that high, but his bones were going to break to the point of no repair. Death was guaranteed.

Three masked gunmen. One of them has a tommygun. The other two have pistols. Judas had nothing. “Help! Someone! I need some help!” Judas shouted. The cry for help echoed throughout the city of Seattle.

Gunnar was walking through the business district in his home district of waterfront when he heard a frantic cry for help. He knew not who it was, but he knew it wasn't an authorized action. He bolted towards the sound until he caught a glimpse of a shirt tail, then turned into an old building and ran up the stairs. Upon reaching the roof top he saw three masked perpetrators. He had to act.

"Oy, dafuq do you lot think you're doing?"

As he spoke he kicked a loose brick towards the nearest one, drawing his gun in almost the same moment. He threw two shots into the chest of the first masked man and dove behind a low wall, barely glimpsing the captive he was attempting to save begin to move.

Judas rushes one after an unnamed savior distracts the three. He tackles one bastard to the ground, picks up the discarded pistol, and puts one bullet in the man’s head. He quickly turns to shoot at the one with the tommy, but he just dives behind cover, leading to missed shots. Judas takes this time to run behind cover, not like there was much. It was two on two, three on one is the ‘savior’ was just looking to kill him.

As gunnar watched the unknown man he was attempting to save put a bullet into the head of one masked assailant, he tried to figure what to do about the one who had dove behind cover. Not coming up with much, he decided fuck it. By his count there should only be one left, tommy gun or no, they had the upper hand now. So he got up from cover, poked the barrel of the police issue colt he had taken off a flatfoot over the low wall, and fired the remaining four shots into the unknown. A ricochet after the first shot, a scream after the second, a gasp followed the third, and a dull wet thud after the fourth. He stood silently for a moment, then decided it was safe enough and reloaded his revolver before peeking over the wall. The tommy gun wielder was dead, for sure.

"Come on out of there, me lad! He's gone! I'll be needing to see that face of yours now."

“You ain’t gonna shoot?” Judas asks, while taking out the clip to check the amount of bullets. 11. More than enough. Just in case he decides to shoot at me. “I do apologize if I’m coming off as hostile.” Judas says. “Can’t be too careful.”

Judas peeks from his cover and sees his savior inspecting the tommy gun. Judas gets up and approaches him. “I honestly don’t know how to thank you.” Judas says, as slips the pistol into his holster. Thanks for the free gun, you good for nothings, Judas thought as he spits on the tommy gun wielder. Fuck you. He thought.

Its bever fun with executions really he walks up to Judas and says "What's up man, why this thought in mind" he smiles to Judas and hope he was ok. "If having any problem neve be afraid of asking for help, me and many others are out there to help in any situation" He lights up a smoke and slowly puts down the lighter in his inner-pocket.

“Got that.” Judas said to Lillis. “Seriously. Whoever you are.” He said to Gunnar. “I don’t know how to thank you. I might not’ve lived through that if not for you.”

Judas nods in thanks to Gunnar. Gunnar... Gunnar... Gunnar... I will remember that name. The cig that Gunnar dropped, Judas picked up and relit. He needed a cigarette after all that happened.

Really feels sad for Judas unluck lately but after rain it always comes sunshine so he must get out of his bad mood and be more happy, then its easier to get wins I can assure this wonderful person that needs all luck he could get.

He lights up a smoke happy over being here to make sure anothe one get over his bad luck and move forward with his head high.

Peace out man!