Two individuals stood at a standstill, as shadows under the moonlight hid their presence, away from the police, away from the city, away from righteousness. A suitcase lay between the the two, untouched and pristine. A single pistol lay between the two, both representing the two sides of the city in darkness. Where the vigilant Jackson of the 85th Division stood, his shadow concealed his secondary dagger: An empty pistol. He'd brought no ammunition with him, yet ammunition is what he needs most