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Not before finding two holes in his leg though. It was doubted that customers would be allowed into the kitchens, so obviously there was a third door for the bathrooms, probably across from the bar, or perpendicular and to the right of the kitchen doors. Anyways, that just meant Reiko would be in front of Union basically, since 08 was turned about forty-five degrees clockwise in his chair.

But why such a quick reaction? Sure the man had been taught to act rapidly and instinctively, but usually it took some time for the whole 'he's got a gun' feeling to hit you in the gut, and by then shots started going off. Naw, this was something a little more subtle.

Union's name wasn't David.

In fact, his real name was hardly known at all. Blazestar codes of secrecy or whatever. 08 Union was a codename during operations, common knowledge to his teammates, and maybe some strategic planning groups within the company. However, an alias was used on company records, along with the title of security officer. For someone entirely unknown to address the man regularily known as David as 'Union', well, something was up.

So, the right hand in his jacket pocket, the right hand that held a Heckler & Koch Mk.23 pistol, quickly squeezed off two rounds the moment the black dressed man came into view, shooting under the table and through the jacket fabric into the inside or outside of the man's lead leg's thigh. Now, shooting at the hip was usually inaccurate, but Union had dealt with such situations before, usually when having to get the jump on a guy when grabbing a gun on the floor.

Sparing no moment however, Union would kick his table forward, drink splashing as the two waitresses and dozen customers in the restaurant began to scatter towards the front entrance, screaming and shoving a'plenty. Obviously there would be chaos, scared little Chinamen bumping into Reiko in their dire attempts to escape from the sounds of gunfire, which would evidently start first from Union's corner of the building.

Using this to his advantage, the man would grab the duffel bag with his left hand, taking hold of it as he got to his feet, withdrawing the pistol quickly from his pocket and positioning it overtop his left arm at shoulder level while he ran to his right towards the kitchen entrance. He wouldn't risk any idle fire while the civilians were scattering, but he would be prepared to shoot if an opening presented itself.

Union grimaced, feeling the blunt stinging as three bullets struck his torso, lower abdomen, upper, and chest decidedly. Ever cautious apparently, since the edge of the kevlar vest was just viewable underneath the collar of the man's t-shirt as he kicked the table forward during the pause between rounds.

As planned, chaos would ensue, Union running towards the kitchen while people screamed.