Cold the winter was, that dreadful night where the old man played the tattered violin, bringing life to the tavern. Men cheering with their unknown, last pint. Dancing women and men around the stools and chair, bartender smiling at the scenery. Zane sat across his partner glancing at his pint, noticing not even foam was sipped. Kira grimaced at the window, paranoid with fear of the coming storm. Zane comforted him with a pat on the back rough and coarse with reassurance. The women cheered past the old violinist smiling at the chaotic joy, moving past Zane and Kira smiling with white brilliance. Zane nodded with charisma and smirk. Kira kept staring out the window; uneasy, watching the white snow fall. The moon grows into a crescent shape, past all the falling clouds, in the distance he sees the church of St. Vincent. He remembers to pray for the wellbeing of his friend and him. Hopes for a new beginning, and that god give them strength when those men come like thunder.
Zane nods his head slowly but sure, that it is just about time. Kira is hesitant at first, then smiles wearily and agrees. They sit quietly together, waiting for the storm. The screams of the joyful violin deafen the entirety of the tavern, whilst laughter of young women being courted by residing men. The radiator hummed silently compared to the maddening tunes. The night cold outside brings an eerie sadness in comparison, white blankets on the supposed lush greenery. Crushing it like an iron hammer leveling steel to its power. Slowly the humming of the welcoming heat buzzed, and raged into a repeating hoard of buzzards screeching in Kira's ear. Zane following Kira's eyes to the radiator then quickly glanced back to the door and nudged him to follow. Soon the buzzards became reality instead of Kira's brief vivid imagination. A new deafening sound emerged as the sounds of joy became deadly silent wondering what it was. The old man stopped and looked in curiosity, a man soon became mad with paranoia and soon dashed for the back door. Then everyone followed as they knew who was coming and dared not to oppose. Zane and Kira stood their ground at their seats. Face dark and contemptuous for the onslaught. Anxious for his own death, Zane readied the concealed knife. Kira's eyes caught his hands movement and proceeded to copy exactly in unison as practiced before.
The helicopters buzzed deafeningly just like the music and laughter, only now a powerful aura emits from the sound. A hoard approaches while the men sit restless in a dead tavern shining brightly on the hill. The rolling of tracks and screeching engines of trucks emerge from the buzzard's call. Unknown to Zane, he looks to Kira still frightful for an answer. Kira notices Zane's subtle gestures of comfort and snaps out of fear. He lists the vehicles systematically with is hands, afraid of making any noise for them. 3 Helicopters, 2 Trucks, 5 Jeeps, and 1 APC. Counting again in Kira's head he makes sure to be correct, but Zane soon later dismisses a possible miscalculation, now that he has an estimated account. Kira's mouse like ears pick up the sudden dispersal and rage of the men approaching the tavern. Engines of the trucks and jeeps turned off, and now the humming of the APC and buzzing of the Helicopters make a strange symphony of strength for the upcoming challengers. Kira hears the swarm of dozens of men beating the snow down with their blackened boots, the crunching adds onto the symphony to Kira. Zane oblivious, readies his dagger once more. The lights turned off, the bright tavern loses its lively shine and deadens like the rest of the night. The helicopters shine bright lights onto the tavern like a show in an opera, the symphony grows louder in Kira's head. Soon the yelling of indistinct verses approach louder and clearer, a sudden breach of sanctuary approaches when the swarm of men come from all sides of the tavern. They break down the door, smash the windows and rappel through, one dares drops through the chimney. The APC still humming with the orchestra of helicopters, the officials emerge from the second floor as well. All holding guns onto Zane and Kira, an official yells that they're surrounded and they will be detained. The men nod in unison and bounce off their seats like tigers in Siberia at the respective prey. Kira lunges and stabs a man in the heart furiously, thinking in his head, him or me. Zane excited took on two men and stabbed on in the neck letting the blood pour out onto the once joyful floor, tainting it forever. Then quickly kicked the second officials leg and wringed his gun from his hands and took aim, fired, then reloaded. A practice to Zane, while Kira holds onto his gun tightly and shoots whoever isn't Zane. The firefight emerges as they dive behind the counter and fight their way through the room to the back entrance. Before their plan could proceed through, the thundering attacks of the APC emerge and large rounds pierce every wooden object, destroying indiscriminately. The helicopters opened fire as well, the constant rattling of their guns destroyed what it could while Kira and Zane took refuge behind the bar counter. Suddenly a man burst through the window in the midst of fire and before Kira and Zane could bring their weapon up, the mysterious masked man jumped with agility in the air and threw two knives into the legs shocking them with a burst of electricity. The firing died down and the man kicked the weapons from Zane and Kira, and kicked them in the face, knocking both unconscious.
