Redding watched Mancini's body hit the floor and the anger guttered out in him, replaced by a very lucid sense of regret. Now, this had gone and muddied the waters a whole lot more than he was ready for. He cursed himself for being so goddamned quick to anger and looked at Joel, “I understand we were both very angry at Mancini,” Redding said, rubbing at his face, “But if we go around killing everything-”

There was a banging at the door and one of Mancini's guards was on the other side of it. Redding swallowed, this entire situation was getting just too damned cloudy for his liking. He bent down and unsheathed his boot knife before unlocking and opening the door. He met eyes with the guard, “The fuck are you guys doing in here?”

“It's alright, man, Mancini tried to get up and you know how he is with his binges-” Redding's hands went for the guard's wrist, pulling him inside the room and he put his back to the guard, flipping him up and over himself. As the guard hit the ground, Redding twisted the guard's gun hand again, forcing him to drop the handgun. Resting one knee on the back of the guard's neck, Redding snatched the pistol up and hiked the man's coat up, retrieving the extra magazine stuffed in his belt. He leveled the barrel at the back of the guard's head, letting the suppressor rest on his skull. “Why does Mancini have Darlia Lazzari here and why is she in such a shitty condition?”

He looked up, hearing the pounding of footsteps of other guards now above them. He hooked an arm around the guard's neck and hauled him up, nodding to Darlia, “Joel, get Darlia, we're leaving.”

Redding pressed the barrel of the handgun against the guard's temple and urged him forward, still in his headlock as they went outside onto the fire escape, the sounds of banging on the door giving him more reason to get the hell out of there. As they walked, he nudged the guard with the handgun, “You can walk and talk.”