[ IP ] You do what you got ta do

I put one foot in front of the other and started up the stairs. Rain splashed against my shoulders as I became covered by the overhang. I looked at my gun and pulled the magazine out, full clip. I shoved it back inside and it made a thick chinking noise as it went in. Looking forward, I grabbed the doorknob and turned. The tumbler clicked as the handle jammed up. This is too much bull shit for one day. 
 
 People often do n't know how to kick down a door. They think if you run at it and kick hard enough it will come down. In reality, a teenager could do it. I brought my leg up and put all my pressure into falling on it. Gravity does all the work, I just stay still. 
 
 The wood shattered at the lock as the door swung open. I brought my gun up, steadied the aim, and felt my other arm swing up to grab the grip. My whole body braced as lead rain spit out the barrel. 
 
 Revolvers and pistols returned fire quickly. They knew we were coming for sure. No doubt about it now. Without any cover I was soon to be as holy as jesus himself. I leapt to the side and got behind cover. My partner was n't as lucky. 
 
 Rain smacked against my chest as I sprinted at the car. I jumped through the open door and my chauffeur sped off. I looked back through the rear window, comforted by my leather seat, and my newly achieved distance from gun fire. It's not the end though. Because you do what you got ta' do, and soon enough, I'll have to come back. I'm just glad I wo n't have as few people to help me next time. Because, the mob never forgets a hit, and when you fight back, we'll be sure to collect in a big way.
