Robinson lay there, wondering how Kravic would die, the easy way? or the hard way? Vlagan called no. "Time to aim, shoot and agility to run, otherwise you die." Vlagan hung up. Robinson, still in his position, nodded slightly, there was a girl with Kravic. "Kravic dear, why don't we go to-" The girl was interrupted by Kravic. "Shut up! Can't you see I'm busy?" Kravic stared motionless out the window while the girl looked at him with disgust: "Bitch." She thought to herself as he turned, "I'm looking for a reason why I feel like I'm going to have-" Just before he knew it, he was shot in the head, the girl, Saturn smiled. “That's what you understand, right dear?” he walked out towards the limo, "Let's go now." The driver nodded as he walked away through the streets. "Greg here! we just had a murder! Kravic Choles! I repeat! Kravic Choles is dead! driving over there!" "Copy that Mastino 6, this is Fox 12 in the helicopter waiting for command." Vlagan called again: "You have too many cops on your tail, only option: run." Vlagan hung up, Robinson jumped out running, Greg did...