I looked at Lea and Amber but it's clear that neither of them expected this either from the look on their faces.
Deciding that it was better to just follow along, I pulled out my shotgun and ran into the bar after the others.
The entire bar had been turned into a warzone with overturned tables, broken furniture and several dead bodies littering around the place.
There were already two distinct groups in this conflict where on one side were distinctly well dressed men and the other side looked more rugged like the thugs we usually see.
The people we were with went to the side of the thug looking group and I realised there was a single well dressed man ducked behind an overturned table to take cover from the shootout.
I guess I know which side we're on and who's our client now.
