The bar was getting a bit... stuffy, the air seemed too... close. Someone had knocked over a barrel in the back and the constant drip...drip...drip was starting to irk Twix, drip...drip...fucking drip.

He slid his coat off and placed it on the counter, it made the room marginally more tolerable. The warm buzz of alcohol hovering in his mind did the rest, he grabbed another bottle from below the bar and poured himself a glass grinning stupidly.

"The Iron man finally speaks! but there were plenty of people here before the raid"

"and that's my money."

Twix still grinning grabbed and raised his gun, the sights locked firmly on Adrian.

"Chuck us the bag eh?"