When the men reached the downstairs area of the club, they could see several dead party goers in pools of blood laying around the room, but the majority of the people had run for cover or escaped the building. The bar was in flames from the small pipe bomb and gun shoots still rang out across the building.
"There's Rick. Look. He took down three of those assholes already. He's a badass," Anton nodded toward the exit. "A freakin' superhero in real life."
Dressed in all black suits, the assailants wore a black masks covering their faces. When Anton ran to a nearby table to cover, Roman waved Luke to follow him as they shot one on site that dropped face first in front of them.
"Head up to the stage, Luke. You can get a better view to flush them out for us. Remember the pattern."
"Okay. Got it."
Before Luke took a step away, Roman grabbed him by the collar. "Luke, are you telling the truth? Whatever you say right now, I'll believe you. Did you kill Beau or have someone do it?"