Five. No, it's six. Other than the two unconscious men, who, she remembered, was fighting Augustus before and the remaining one he's still heads to heads with, and then the two boys under Shawn and Janvick's attacking frames, receiving slaps and blows in the face. There were remaining six survivors.
Vanity counted. Her nerves growing in tremor, also delight, when she realized it wasn't over yet and these remaining men could still live, she looked around for a sign of new arrival— the police will do!
“MISS VANITY, PLEASE ABANDON THE PLACE NOW!” One man said as he stepped near the stage slowly, limping and pulling his leg with a shot on the knee.
Bruce. He was Bruce...
“MISS VANITY, WE COULDN'T HANDLE THE SITUATION RIGHT NOW. NOT WITHOUT OUR GUNS, WE'RE HELPLESS. IT'S BETTER TO RETREAT
