
No one is going to be a hero.
Several heads are impaled on spikes in the backstreets of District 23. A Capo and a rather large group of Soldatos stands nearby, as a small crowd of lower-ranked Fixers and Rats stare at the corpses of their loved ones.
...Y'all know why I'm still here right?
The Capo takes a drag of his cigar, and waits for an answer from the small gathering. Though, everyone there knws better than to speak to a high-ranked member of the Thumb.
Figured none of you brats would say anything... So I'll tell ya myself. I'm here to make sure none of y'all decide you wanna be the hero here.
A Fixer in the crowd tries to pull out one of his weapons to attack the Capo, but Javier sees the Fixer try to grab his weapon, and draws his revolver before shooting the Fixer in the gut.
Just like that.
He takes another drag of his cigar, and walks toward the Fixer, before grabbing him by the head.
...I think y'all need another reminder to stay the fuck down.
In an instant, he squeezes the head of the Fixer tightly, before crushing his skull with his hand.
Soldatos... Take care of the crowd, would ya?
Javier walks off, and the Soldatos open fire on the crowd.