https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XynTyxleH1Q

[@CommisarJhon][@King Tai]

And then all Hell broke loose...

The moment Anna saw the men whip out their guns, that's when she snapped to it.  But nary a shot she would fire, at least not first, as she crept over towards an alleyway close to where the Irish fucks were standing, unloading every last round into the cafe....the cafe Anna was certain Anton and his boys were before the shitstorm came rolling over the hills.  She got behind one of them, a bloke a bit further away from his mates, then...she got him.

The garrote uncoiled from the sleeve of her jacket, like a Death Adder reeling back for the kill, and then within seconds, it was around his neck, his alerted scream immediately diffused into a fit of coughs and sputters.  Anna, her face burning a heated shade of blood, tightening and tightening the metal wire around his throat till it was embedded in his flesh with gory results, even as he struggled, kicking and choking on his own blood seeping from his lips and soaking Anna's hands, she continued to strangle the life out of him with a sickening satisfaction...of seeing the life drain from his very eyes.  Once he was dead...she went to work on the others.

The AR-15, supposedly semi-auto, but these boys must've converted them to fully.  The 5x56 platform Anna was familiar with, though she preferred a bit more stopping power, like the Motherland's Kalashnikov, when it came to assault rifles.  Either way, it would work.  First her procedure, and she had to do this quick.  She racked the charging handle first, the dust cover popping open, then she dropped the mag, grabbing a fresh one from the dead man's tactical vest he wore under his trench coat.

Once she was locked and loaded, she popped out of cover quickly, delivering two well placed headshots to the men advancing on the cafe, two loud bangs erupting and two bodies hitting the pavement hard, both a satisfying squelch of red mist and brain matter.