Percy on the other hand couldn't take his eyes off of the wound. It wasn't that he hadn't seen anyone shot before. He was a gangster and family to the brutal gang leader, familiar with seeing punishment and the results of turf war. He however did not often see a living person bleeding so close to him and a someone he knew the name of at that. Finally he tore his eyes away. "P-probably a through and through. Bet it'd hurt more if the bullet got stuck," he said like he had any real idea. Just then, the back door opened and he shut his mouth.

Three men ran out the back door, shouting as they went, trying to figure out where Kallen and Percy went. Another came out as they ran off and he paused to look around the area. Percy's heart froze in his chest. His adrenaline never slowed from earlier and it just continued to rush through him until he felt lightheaded with it. Before he could die from not breathing, the last gangster ran past, saying they must have run to the road. Finally, Percy let out his held breath. "Damn..." he said in a shaky whisper.