Pero knew he could not pull any stunts as he'd so often done with the others, any more. Now that the Mafia boss had made it to the scene, and even unmasked his facelessness before him, Pero knew just one wrong move, and he'd be done for...
Oh yeah, news flash he'd already been threatened that he would not be making it out of the situation, ALIVE. That was about right but mostly wrong. Pero thought.
His courage had long deserted him like the spirit of a dead man divorced his mortal body when he was no longer breathing.
[Oh yes, readers, do pardon the comparison. I just couldn't think of a better metaphor other than the above stated.]