A Smirk in the Smoke 1

*pew! pew! pew! pew! pew!*

Gunfire erupted, ricocheting off the polished marble walls of the grand hall. Jason soon found his stack of crates useless as he rolled over to duck behind an overturned table, his sharp suit a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around him. 

At that moment he regretted coming in there with the suit. He should have gone to get a change of clothes. Now there he was, making his suit dirty. Damn it. He had to take it to the Dry Cleaners later too now, and that was just another annoying thing. 

"Get him!"

"Fuck them up!"

"Defend Mr Troy!!"

"Kill them all!!"