The bar tender stumbles back shanking in fear, different people in the bar are standing and scared, though none of them want to challenge this man, the bar tender just starts to cry and whimper "please dont kill me... im not sure where he is... he never tells me this stuff, i just get letters and stufff... please god dont kill me"
The Man stares and pulls back the hammer on his gun "well your not helping your case"

"HEY!" Tepa yelled out. "You want a Dimitri, huh? I'll help you find him." She didn't have a clue who this guy was, what he wanted nor did she know a Dimitri. But if something wasn't done, then this bartender would have his pretty head splattered over half of the bar. And that was a pure mahogany surface. It would have been such a waste. Resting her hand on her hip, she approached the mutant and took in his scent. Yep, this one was a real bastard, alright. He didn't smell so good, either.

"Just lower the gun and step outside. No need to bring innocent civilian scum into this..." she turned her back, cloak sweeping behind her as she looked at the group. If she could distract this mutant long enough, they could make an exit. At least, she hoped they could. Basing everything on initial thought and reaction, she slowly paced outside.

"Hey!" the mutant shouted "You want a Dmitri, huh? I'll help you find him,"

Jack's jaw nearly hit the table. What the hell was she doing? Sticking your neck out for other people was a real good way to get killed in this kind of world. As far as he could tell, she didn't owe the bartender anything either...Jack was speechless. His well thought out plan to leave quietly was convieniently quashed. He needed these beings in order to complete the job, and thus needed to help them stay alive. He wanted to curse. Fucking with an eight foot monster with a seven foot shotgun was an extraordinarily BAD way to stay alive.

Shouldering his rifle reluctantly, he followed Tepa out the door, hoping that this wouldn't be his last drink...

The man looked at Tepa, and but his gun in his jacket "Show me where he is, and i wont kill everyone in this damn building" he turned and steped out the door, the bar turend and ran to the back room whith the bald man, who was looking at the man and holding his Tri ready to fight

"You leave those people alone and I'll give you anything you want." she said coldly, brushing her black hair out of her face and snarling at Jack. What was he doing involving himself in her buisiness? He should have been thankful she gave them all time to get out of there. She could smell the devastation waiting to happen. But what would she do now? She didn't know where the man this thug was looking for was. She didn't even know OF this man.

I'm fucked...

"Would it not be better to wait for this, Dimitri to come to you? If you know he haunts here, it would save you going out of your way to find him, is that not true?"

"no it isnt" the man looks down at her, snarling "he dont return to a place once his enemys find out they know he goes there, he would just bomb the place taking out the idiot who tried to ambush him there with every other poor fuck"
He raised his hand into a fist "now if you dont tell me where the hell that god forsaken basterd Dimitri is i will get very angrey"

The people in the bar seem to be getting very scared, they dont move though. They just sit there quivering hoping he dosnt kill them all

"And how would he know that his enemies know his whereabouts unless there were spies in the ranks, huh?" she paced the man, looking him up and down. Assessing his height, weight, possible movement and strength. Yeah, she'd gotten herself in deep over this one. And why was no one taking the opportunity to move? Frustrated and sweaty, she stopped pacing and looked up at the brute. She'd stay silent for the time being, if he questioned her again she'd have to search her mind for some other excuse until they all got the hell out of there.

Something must have snapped in Alise's mind, because she felt the urge to help. Yeah. Agaisnt a 7'10" monstrosity with a big gun. Hey, he was strong right? he couldn't be very skilled.

Alise stood up, not being noticed, because Tepa was distracting the guy. Alise calmly took position behind the man, acting nonchalant, finding an angle that would put no-one but the big guy in harm's way. Then... she did something either heroic, or monumentally stupid. Giving a silent prayer that whatever she did wasn't stupid, Alise took her left hand in her right, feeling under her glove for her Implant's "Inject" button. when she found it, she was already pouring sweat, adreneline flowing.

The implant gave a slight "Fwissh." as 1/3rd of the booster vial was injected directly into Alise's left hand veins. Within milliseconds, time seemed to slow, Adreneline flowed like nothing else, Everything blurred, Her heartrate sped, breathing accellerated, and everything seemed to flow in very-slow motion.
Well, Except for everyone else, still reacting at normal speed.

Thump-Thump...

Thump-Thump...

Alise unshouldered her looted Tri, Deftly pressing the secondary toggle, and aiming it at the Man's back in about the time it took for someone to even figure out what she was trying to do, much less see her draw the weapon. For Alise, it took seemingly hours for the weapon to come up to speed, but before the Tall man could even react, the Tribarreled shotgun was already ready.

Vwrrr, Chink. BLAMBLAMBLAM! Vwrrr... Ka-chink, ka-chink, ka-chink.
The 3 deadly shotgun shells firing at the man at point-blank range.

The rounds slammed into the mans back he fell forward and cought himself he turned around fast, really really fast. He fell to his knee and pulled out his revolver and held his axe across his chest, his coat fell back showing that under his coat was this metal plating of sorts, wires pulsating "big mistake girl" he pulled the trigger

Alise heard the man cough and almost scream in slow motion. Something was wrong. Really wrong. He didn't seem to be hurt as much as he should have been.

"Dammnit!" Alise thought to herself. "Reload, Reload FASTER!" she thought, leaning right, into a shoulder roll, as the Tri slowly reloaded each barrel in her slow-motion combat daze.

This guy was fast. Really fast. In her enhanced state, the man almost seemed to move at normal speed. Alise heard a low pitched, drawn out, almost comical if not so deadly serious "Bi..g... mi...s...ta...ke...gi...rl..." as the man drew his pistol, some kind of wireing and armor over his chest. He fired, but Alise was already moving out of the way. Seriously, what fool stays still in a fight. But she might have been moving a bit too slow, the shot grazing the side of her jeans as she rolls out of the way, Alise didn't know how deep or how bad it was, but it hurt like hell. She came out of the roll on one knee, Tri leveled again, just as the last shell ejected.

Vrmm... Chink. BLAMBLAMBLAM! Vwrr... *Begins reloading*
She fired again, supernaturally good aim at his head, Ridiculously fast reflexes drawing an almost perfect bead. Hopefully the gun would oblige and be as accurate as she was.