"You got a deal, Mr. Eh..." Tommy was at a loss
"Boss, just call me boss" he replied.
"Ok Mr. Boss, you have a deal" said Tommy, boss reached out to shake Tommy's hand when something happened downstairs. There was a huge "wham" followed by a less thunderous "clang" yelling and gunshot's erupted
"Shit! It's a raid!" cried boss, pushing over his desk to cover himself, the guard raised his pistol and opened the door, and ran outside, trying to help out the defence.
"Tommy, here use these." Hissed boss, tossing them each a pistol, James sighed and loaded it, realizing that once again, he was putting his life on the line so he could save himself and live a life he didn't want, sliding in a clip and pulling back the pin, he was ready, looking at the side of the pistol, he could read that it was a 9mm pistol, not what you want when your toe to toe with Riddlefield's finest. Gunshots erupted on the second floor, Tommy spoke up
"What'd we do now?" he asked
"Shoot until you can't" replied boss. The gunshots stopped and James could hear footsteps coming from the outside, from what he could hear, more and more were gathering around the door, the door opened a bit and a small silver ball rolled on the ground it seemed to just stand there for a few second, boss got from behind his cover to take a look, James ducked just as the silver ball exploded into a fine white mist, ear piercing noise erupted a fraction of a second later, the door burst open and what seemed to be an army opened fire inside the tiny room, this went on for a few seconds, after that someone yelled clear and three men entered the office, guns raised, James played dead, opening one of his eyes a bit to see what the hell had happened. Boss was on the ground trying to aim his pistol, his face covered in blood. One of the S.W.A.T. guys raised his gun and shot boss. Lowering it slowly, they walked up to James and Tommy
"Age?" asked what James suspected to be the leader.
"Sixteen" he replied, his voice meek and cowardly
"You, the one beside this one, age?"
"Seventeen" shouted Tommy" so don't fucking shoot me ok!" his boldness only hidden by how surprised he was.
"Get up, face the wall if you want to live, we are taking you into custody" said the leader, his two partners grabbing James and Tommy by their shirts and shoving them against the wall. James was about to ask for his rights, when he was hit on the head, so that just about summed them up. None.
As they walked down the second floor, Tommy and James and a few others, James was able to see the warzone one floor below. Bodies littered the floor, all of them belonging to the gang, the irony was stupefying, the gang had all the guns they could ever need, but they didn't have time to use them. Crates had been broken, guns littered the path. A dozen police men were already cataloguing everything. Drones flew around, transporting data and evidence. As well as scanning each face of the deceased, and of the arrested. James flinched when the drones flash nearly blinded him, making him trip and landing right in front of a dead person, their expression of shock forever frozen in their dead faces. James got back up and joined the line. There they marched into the streets, and with that he could see the crowds of people, pointing and taking photos. James was almost glad to be in the transport. He was cuffed next to the wall, once the door slammed shut, James passed out, sleeping on the cold steel wall.