"Last words?" I ask, cocking my head to the side. "I-" his words are cut off by a bullet piercing his brain. "Rest in hell bitch," I position my baby back in it's holster, wiping the blood off of my face. "Damn Johnny, I didn't know it was like that," Heem says crouching down to the breathless body, his gun still in hand. "Can't trust nobody in these streets, especially when the city hot," Welcome to the Uptown