Another Legacy...

Max's cellphone vibrated. He walked down the hall and then ducked into a room. He flicked the cellphone up like Captain Kirk on an away mission answering a call. 

"Yo!"

"Do what you are going to do man."

"Why?" Max asked. "Where the hell are you?"

"I boogied," Dan replied. "There's three LEGACY teams here."

Max swore.

"You're on your own on this one," Dan replied. "LEGACY scares the hell out of me."

"I'll meet you at Lucky Wong's later," Max told Dan.
 
Max flipped the phone off and checked his guns. He counted 3 clips. He was going to have to make sure that every bullet counted. He did a quick glance out the window and made a count; there were three sedans and a black van in the lot below. He could see Dan in the building across the street. Dan signaled him and then disappeared.

"Well, let's see what we can do," Dan said to no one in particular.

"Well, I hope you can do a whole lot of shooting," a voice replied from the shadows. Max saw Trump sitting on the ledge.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dan asked.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." Trump shot back. "Mags will kill me if something drastic happened to you."