Seeing everyone cannon smoking - taking up to an hour to reload, RedletterMedia looks towards his own life - flashing before him, scenes of throwing hatchets - and drinking was about it. Echo's of screams bellow throughout Mikes head - as he sits in the sun of Las Vegas, looking directly into the sun;

"It only burns alot," Mikes smiles as everything fades to black

Femto see's Mike sizzling in the sun. He has a concerned look on his face.

"Hey there champ.....you look like you need some sunscreen."

Femto grabs the tube and compresses it with force. It splurts in his hand and a bit onto his clothes. Femto blushes.

He starts to lather Mike.

"I don't want you looking like a lobster when it's time to go."

Femto proceeds to spoon Mike and talk about the good times.

Bonanno held his gun tight as he darted through Vegas spotting red he slammed the breaks making a barrier around the two getting out  and he crouched down next to red 

What a run it was my friend I guess here well make out stand. It was a pleasure friend.

Leaning over he slapped red on the shoulder good naturedly and offered him some booze and ammo

Ibarra was watching the group from a roof just not too far away on-top of a building, his coat gets constantly dashed with wind as he blinked at the dead group now, shaking his head as he started to turn around to see the rest of Las Vegas, unfortunate cause as blood spills the streets and the gruesome familiar faces become death memories in one's mind. But, this was the only chance he had otherwise he would be dead along the others, setting his hands in his pockets as he murmurs to sky briefly.

"I won't forget how you made Las Vegas prosper Aztec, for now goodbye. You will always be a memory, lost but not forgotten."

Quick was very excited today...  he was winning big at the poker game in LV.  Man, it`s like he just couldn`t lose.  Quick was enjoying watching these guys poker faces turn into sad faces. Now, this was the moment...  

The Big Fat guy sat across from Quick looking frustrated, then he said  "I`ll raise you 2.3mil".  Quick didn`t have to look at his cards, he just grinned an said Call.

The Pot was now at a wopping 23.5mil....

Just outside the door you could hear commotion. an before anyone could blink, the doors flew open....  as three masked men forced there way into the After Hour. Focused strictly on the guy across from Quick. 

Damn, as soon as i finally get my day to shine...  this Shit happens.  well, i ain`t dying over no money that i can make back  another day. *Quick thought to him self.

Without saying a word  "BOOM, BOOM, BOOM. BOOOOM BOOOOOOM. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM"...

The masked men killed the guy across from quick, an made there exit as fast as they made there entrance. Everyone hit the floor the minute the shots rang out, except for Quick. He adjusted himself in his chair, as he collected what was now "HIS" money. without saying word, Quick exited the After Hour, duffel bag in toe.

As he was heading to his car, he couldn`t help but notice two guys spooning on the LV strip. one guy still had what seemed to be sun block on his hands. This day couldn`t get any weirder quick thought as he pulled off, happy to be alive an 23.5mil richier.

But, as quick drove through the LV strip, he "Quickly" realized that this day would be marked in history.  there were bodys an blood everywhere...  

Out of nowhere, the rear window an driver side windows were blown out "BOOM".  Quick swirved left an right, left an right...  before crashing. 

"WTF....  THIS IS A FREAKING WAR ZONE"

Quick, hopped out the car guns drawn ready to go out in a bang...  No one was around. So, he took a look at the damage to the car, an shook his head. i better hit these back roads before the cops come or some damn Vigalantes.

Quick made his way outta there, an as he walked he chuckled to himself...

"I HOPE I DON`T GET SUN BURN" hahahahahaha...

femto notices Quick's winnings and approaches him and says..

"Wow someone just got cuter."

"Don't worry quick, I have more sun cream."