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Union was all a'running towards the kitchen doors, his grip on the duffel bag switched so that gun and straps were held in his right, left hand rummaging through one of the side pockets as he pushed his way past one or two people, assumedly quick enough that Reiko couldn't just get on top of him. Mostly because 08 had obviously been defined as fit and capable, used to going from 0 - 60 in six seconds or whatever, while our antagonist in this 'Shanghai Gunfight' was simply some unknown person, with a lot of unknown details, which meant while he could be quite athletic as well, he could also be as slow as pudding, unless some information was revealed. So to keep things interesting let's just say Union could reach the doors before being caught, unless somebody up above was really against that and decided to offer backing evidence on why it wouldn't happen.

Anyways, Union was running and rummaging, getting within a few metres of his goal when he let two objects out of the bag, both cylindrical canisters hitting the ground one after the other with resounding clinks. They were both a little larger than pop cans, and much sturdier looking in construction, with small latch looking devices on their top ends. A moment after they hit the ground, two seperate pins, each linked to a metal circle (probably to allow for easier removal from their previous homes), followed suit, clinking their way to the floor.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" The young man would yell before diving forwards, aiming to do a shoulder roll in through the kitchen's swinging doors before something happened to the objects he'd dropped. Hopefully any remaining civilians would catch the drift of his words and get out of there before anything particularily dangerous occured.

The HE grenade would go off first, an explosion that'd basically just wreck everything in the dining room, blowing the kitchen doors awry, but not entirely off, so they'd swing back into place and shut. There was nothing decidedly combustible in the seating area, so there'd just be one explosion, no flames or anything. Following that would be a smoke grenade, it's effects being obvious enough, and it was likely someone outside would call for fire crews, since explosion plus smoke usually equalled a fire, despite that not being the case.

Union would spare no second in preparing though, pulling a rectangular object out of his bag with his left hand, dialing something in on its keypad, and tossing it inside a cabinet which he closed. The kitchen would be laid out as such: four long countertops positioned parallel to each other (| | | |, consider the top ends of the lines to be pointing north), with stoves and ovens and cutting boards along with kitchen utensils left in disarray from the cooking crew's hasty retreat after the gunfire. In between the second and third counters in the south wall would be the doorway Union had just entered through, and in the northeast corner, lying against the eastern wall, would be the exit.

The young man would pull another thin cylindrical object out of his bag, holding it in his left as kicked his bag against one of the four counters and kneeled down beside it. Head just above the counter so he could see the rest of the kitchen, Union would be constantly checking everywhere around, above and below him in a random fashion, hoping to prevent himself from being snuck up on. The Mk.23 was still gripped in his right hand, positioned at the ready.