Andrew and his crew roll in with their gats and pop some caps in the harpy. It screeches, snatches up your cuz with its talons. As he struggles to escape its clutches, your cuz gives you a look of pure desperation and terror before the harpie flys through the ceiling with its prey, leaving only his maroon bandana. You approach and solemnly pick it up.
Andrew's biggest crew member asks you and Ambrogio "The hell we supposed to do now?"
"Call the cops?" you suggest. Andrew's crew look at each other before bouncing the hell out before you call the cops and get they ass in trouble.
Call the cops.
