Episode 02 - Barroom Dance - 2/7

Even as the shotgun swung round, Sai squeezed his trigger. The hammer dropped, the muzzle flashed, and a bottle of rum exploded on the shelf behind the barman. The bullet's impact pushed the body through the cascading cloud of glass and rum, slamming it into the shelves of bottles, where it tumbled to the dirty floor.

Brawling didn't require any bravery, or even stupidity.

It was simple. Just one easy goal: come out on top.

Flicking the safety and firming his grip on the gun, Sai lashed out at the two tribal Indians sitting in front of him. They had pushed themselves halfway out of their seats when the butt of his gun connected with their faces, smashing them to the tabletop.

A gun alters the terms of victory. Simply coming out on top is no longer enough; you have to come out of it alive.

Sai jumped to the tabletop, running its length in three steps and throwing himself into the air. Passing over the bar's counter, flying towards the shelves of bottles, he was suddenly hurtling through a shower of alcohol and glass as a dozen tribal Indians found their guns and opened fire. Wet, sticky, and surrounded by the acrid odor of gunpowder, Sai hit the floor next to the barman's body and thudded into the wall.