As you calmly stare out the window seeing cars drive by, the local whore offering her business to tourists, you take a deep breathe and turn around, grabbing your coat off the chair and walking towards the door. In a flash second you hear glass breaking and dive over the nearest table for cover as you spin around in mid air to see a black coat fly through your window. Your shoulder hits the ground just as shots go off piercing the table but missing you. You draw your gun and shoot blindly through the table towards the window, your empty magazine drops to ground and the smoke settles.