Razer sat with his back facing the wall, his companion wasn't as smart. Hence, he received two laser-shots up the spine, collapsing on the floating table. You get what you deserve. Razer thought as he unholstered his revolvers.
As he was getting up the shell fell from his trench-coat sleeve into his revolver barrel. Razer didn't look away from the eyes of the trespassers, their sights aimed square at him. They did not open fire - they did not dare.
Razer's companion was twitching convulsively on the table. Helpless. Razer didn't dare take his eyes off the cowards, smart cowards perhaps, spineless cretins all the same. Not like the dozens of occupants hiding under tables for their life. These people might've been scared, but they were no cowards - they were fighting to survive, unlike the cretins who were fighting for -
"Hey!" One of them yelled, interrupting his thought process.
If therew as one thing Razer hated, it was people interrupting his pondering. "Hey..." He said in his low, groggy tones.
"You're surrounded four to one, Razer!"
"I like those odds..." He cocked his revolver. "Do you?"
None of them moved. The speaker continued. "Even if you kill three of us you're not leaving this coffee shop alive."
This was a coffee shop? No wonder Razer had never heard of the place. "Fin by me gents, Who goes first? You four want a free shot to start this off?"
Again, no one moved. "Just hand us the credits you owe and nobody will get hurt." Another said.
"What I owe, is it?" Razer put his sights on the speaker, a short man with a rimmed hat. If Razer had a hat like that he would never draw attention to himself. This man wasn't that smart. "What if I told you kiddo, that I'm the one who is owed?"
"Hey!" The first yelled again, why was he so loud? "None of your tongue games, Razer! You owe credits, pay up or die?"
"Die then - "
"Waitwaitwait!" The third almost ran in front of everybody. "Razer. Let's talk this out. You might survive this fight, but what about the civilians in this shop? You don't want their lives on your conscience, do you?"
"You spineless wretches are threatening me with the lives of innocents?"
They all looked at each as if to question that very same thing. The third speaker backed to his previous location. "No. But you never know what will happen in a gun fight."
"I know plenty, amateur. I ain't hitting no civilians. Ever."
"You sure you don't want to talk this out over a cup of coffee?"
"You shot first." Razer squinted. "And I don't drink no coffee."
He got the first straight in the temple, then ducked as the rest opened fire.
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