"The fuсk? Did we suddenly get an influx of insane murderers?" Garin hopped down from a nearby rooftop, landing with a muffled thump. He pulled his shotgun off of his back and pumped it, an empty shell pinging the ground. "I guess you could say..." Even in the near-darkness, he decided to put on a pair of sunglasses. "The hunter has become the hunted." [spoiler]YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH[/spoiler]