A/N: if you haven't suspended disbelief for this story by the time you reach this chappie, then just suspend it for this one, it gets a bit ridiculous.

I fired through the gap in the barrels, hitting one of the men in the groin, he bent over as I hoped and I emptied another into his head, splattering blood onto the barrels around him. I fired again, missing my target, and hitting one of the barrels. It erupted in a fiery explosion, sending the guy through the air, fire cooking him as he soared.

"Oil doesn't explode when shot." I yelled to Mindi,

"Must be Nitroglycerin." She called back. I smiled.

"This might be used to our advantage." I muttered. I rolled out from behind the cover of the barrels, firing into one of the spec ops guys.

"Two down." I thought to myself. One of them took cover behind a barrel, I grinned and fired, the barrel erupted into shrapnel and fire, sending the guy tumbling away ablaze. I shot whistled past my ear and I combat rolled behind one of the support beams. Mindi fired at one of the barrels, causing it to explode violently, setting the one next to it off, and the next one, the wall planks caught on fire after that, the fire creeped up the wall, expanding.

"Shit." I said to myself. I sprinted to my father, slicing his bonds off and dragging him from the chair. I dragged him to Mindi, who was busy capping off bad guys.

"You need to get him out of here." I said. She nodded, picking my dad up and slinging his arm over her shoulder.

"What are you gonna do?" she asked.

"I'm gonna clean up." I said. I raised my pistol and fired, bullet cutting the over head lamp, causing it to drop speedily to the ground, crushing one goon. One of the soldiers were sneaking up on me, or at least trying to, he jumped up and ran at me. I punched him across the face, putting him in a headlock and shielding myself with his body. The group opened fire, bullets hitting his Kevlar vest, he screamed in agony as the bullets dug into the armor. Everyone had to reload at some point and I used that as my only shot. I spied a frag grenade on his vest. I grabbed hold of the pin, ripping it out and kicking the soldier into the group. I sprinted away and that's when he exploded, setting off any barrels in his wake. I dove onto the floor as fire engulfed the room. Mindi rushed in, dragging me up off the floor, coughing into her arm. I got up gradually and admired my work for a second before I notice just five more entering the room. I was dazed from the explosion, pointing my gun and firing at nothing, loading another clip, and repeating the process. I finally hit someone on my last shot, the guy collapsed to the ground, clutching his throat. I slid the pistol inside my waistband and scavenged a sawn off from the floor. but it was too late, I pointed and fired, the recoil knocking me over, but dropping one guy and wounding another. I was in pain from the recoil; first time firing a shot gun would have to me when I had to kill someone, wouldn't it? Mindi dragged me back.

"We have to go, we have your father. I dragged myself up and we took off out the door. We stopped when we saw six more guys standing there, armed only with blunt and sharp weapons.

"Drop your guns." The central guy said. He was dressed in a nice suit, black pinstripe with a white tie.

"What are you supposed to be, Scarface?" I asked. His men began laughing, the man was fuming.

"What's your name wannabe?" I asked.

"I'm Killa7." He said. I broke out laughing,

"And I thought my name was bad." I said.

"Yes, well, Bloody Hood. You've been fucking up the D'Amico coke operation, we don't like that." He said. "Guns, on the ground!" he said, raising a Desert Eagle. I pulled my empty Makarov out and tossed it onto the ground, Mindi threw down her Sig.

"Kick them into the river." He said, I rolled my eyes and I nudged them off the deck.

"Good, now we're gonna play a little game. It's called No More Heroes." He said.

"That is a good game actually." I said.

"Not that game! Shut up! These are the rules, if you can fight kill all of these guys without interference by Hit Girl, your father can live. If you can kill Stefan, who will be here in a moment, Hit Girl can live. There is no living for you though."

"Sounds like family fun." I mumbled.

"Let the games, BEGIN." He bellowed. I pulled my club from its sheath on my back and readied myself.