John turned to the barkeeper. "Celebration for? We come in here everynight. Or I do. Anyway, we kicked ass over at... what was it, Fred's Cleaners? Three of them shitty terrorists who can't do shit took Fred, his wife, his two sisters and his kid hostage." He took a sip of the vodka. "Man Bill. You sucked on that run. Your flashbang flew out the window and got me! Damn, my ears still hurt." He laughed as Bill got up and walked out, muttering something about "Cocky snipers." "So anyway, this place is usually full. Where is everyone? Probably 'cuz off the rain, eh?" He stole a bottle from Seth and started drinking, laughing as Seth complained. "Buy another one, mate. This ones mine, so is that one." He lunged for Derek's, but Derek pulled it out of the way, causing John to fall on the floor. They all laughed at that.

John got up rubbing his jaw. "Ok, so maybe I desevered that. Still hurt, though." He sat back down, sipping his vodka. "But yeah, where is everyone? I miss the bar brawls and fights. Those are always fun. Hey, Jo-" He was cut off as Bill ran back into the bar in full assaut gear. "Get your asses in gear, the embassy just got taken over. The fuckin' embassy! Hurry the hell up!"

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