Salem stepped out, the gold on his gun flashing. "Surprise, boys!"
The courtyard erupted in a different kind of noise—the heavy, sustained roar of a SAW. In the chaos, the Aggro shifted. The red glow bled away from Rios and settled onto Salem. Army Of Two
Tyson Rios didn't look back. He was a wall of muscle and Kevlar, hunkered down behind a rusted-out shipping container. "Because the back door involves a three-story climb, and I’m not carrying your extra ammo up a drainpipe." Salem stepped out, the gold on his gun flashing