McKnighter nods to TBK-, which she pulled out a .45. McKnighter goes up to the door and kicks it open....

The hotel room was basic, a kitchen, then a living room to the right, and a bedroom to the right of the living room. Three men were looking out the window when TBK- and McKnighter busted in. The_Hulk was throwing rocks at the window. When the three men turns back to the door, McKnight opened fire with his Tommy Gun. The hail of bullets blasted the one of the three men out the window. The other two fell forward, dead as a doorknob. TBK- rounded the corner to find nothing in the living room. McKnight motioned TBK- to let The_Hulk know that it's time to go. McKnighter walks to the bedroom door. He aims his Tommy Gun at the door and fires through it. Screams are heard, and he kicks open the door. A man was riddled with bullets laid on the floor, with two women standing to the side. They began to scream and cry. McKnight raises a finger to his lips and quieted down. All was going well. TBK- was heading to the door when McKnight saw something wrong outside. He peered into the window to see two cars pulled up by the get-away car. Men were running towards the hotel. The_Hulk pulls out his .45, only to be shot in the head by one of the oncoming Russians. McKnighter yelled at TBK- in horror.

"Fuck! Russians followed us! TBK-, the door!"

TBK- face stiffed when she heard that Russians were here.

"Is our driver dead?"

McKnighter nodded, but as TBK- turned to face the door, a Russian was there. He fired a round into TBK-'s chest, and time froze. McKnighter watched as time slowed the fall of TBK-, as she hit the floor. He looks up to see the Russian point his gun at him. McKnighter squeezed off the remaining rounds in his Tommy Gun and the Russian flew back towards the door. McKnighter, still in shock, walked over to TBK-'s body and kneels down. Her eyes went to McKnighter's face, and his eye's went watery. She smiled, that kind of smile that you know that the person is moving on. The smile weaken, then became blank. McKnighter, at this point, was shedding tears over his fallen friends. He put his hand on her face and closes her eyes. He then kisses the forehead and whispers "Rest in peace." McKnighter comes back to reality and realizes that the Russian is still alive, coughing. In a rage, he picks up TBK-'s .45 and walks over to the Russian.

"You fat fucks are going to burn in hell!"

The Russian coughed, then laughed. He was resting on the side of the wall. McKnight shoves the barrel of the .45 into his left eye socket and fired. The Russian's brains painted the wall. McKnighter walks over to the living room and takes a seat on the couch there. The two whores run out of the room as he wipes his tears away. "How could I have let this happen, my friends, killed. All because of me." McKnighter took the .45 to his chin, and put his finger of the trigger. He then looked back to the body of TBK-. He stared in sorrow. He slowly lowers the gun. A 'ding' was heard and McKnighter stands up. His eyes burned in revenge. He picks up his Tommy Gun and reloads it. He puts the .45 in his coat. Thinking quickly, he takes the phone book by the wall phone in the room and takes the belt of one of the fallen gang members. He places the phone book on his chest, and uses the belt to strap it on. As he finishes, he turns with his Tommy Gun to meet the Russians. Two of them run into the room, guns blazing. McKnighter fells two slugs hit the phone book, but do not make contact with his body. He fires his Tommy Gun into the bodies of the Russians. They fell, only for the other three to rush in. McKnighter jumps behind the couch and blindly fires into the crowd. His bullets hits their mark, dropping one of the Russians. The other two tear up the couch with bullets. McKnighter crouches down and peaks around. He fires at the shins of the Russians, and both fall to the ground. McKnighter then stands up and empties the rest of the barrel of bullets into the two Russians.

Having killed the Russians, McKnighter takes the stairs down to the lobby, where the man behind the desk hides under it. McKnighter slaps down a few dollar bills and walks out of the hotel. He sees The_Hulk laying in the street. McKnighter sighs, and opens the get-away car's door, and hops in. He drives off towards his Jazz Hall.

"The job is done, but at a horrible cost." McKnighter thought.

((The end, if you want to see what McKnighter does at the Jazz Hall, fly on to Detroit and visit the Detroit Jazz Hall for the last bit of it.))

That was really sad.

On the bright side my death owned the hulk's.

I'm sorry I take back all other compliments this was the best damn story i ever read.