Charlotte gave a last glance to the man on the floor. Hopefully, he wasn't strong enough to break those ties, but she wasn't too worried. Most people didn't have the strength shown in movies where the protagonist could rip through rope with ease. Well, now that he was out of the way, they had at least one hostage to refer back to. The wound his his ankle may hurt, but it most likely wouldn't kill him, as long as the bleeding stopped soon. As long as he stayed alive for another few hours, that would be fine. After all, when it was all over with, they had no real use for the man, he was most likely going to get shot once they dragged information from him.

Another look around her proved there were still some people left to gun down. Charlotte didn't bother to count, but she was sure it was significantly less than before. Well, speaking of that, the clean up process was probably going to be a hassle as well, one that she wasn't too particularly excited about. But that was after, she had to start to concentrate on the now. It looked like there was still some trouble around the slot machines. Of course, the place with the least supervision. At least at tables, there was one or more people behind the counter.

Devon had walked up to her, asking if they should team up. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea," she said with a nod and a slight grin, "We should hit the area around the slots. It looks like there are still people to take down over there." She quickly folded her knife again and tucked it into her pocket before taking cover behind one of the penny slot machines. Two men stood on top of the machine, demanding money and chips from the nearby patrons. From the bulky look of their suits, it looked like these two were actually prepared with bulletproof vests. Either a headshot, or take out a leg and make them fall. "I got the one on the right!"