Your revolver shakes in your hand. You've got one grapple cartridge left and a firework - but he's got the drop on you. Your fedora has three new holes, and Franky's cowering beside you.
The little rat's info was good, though. She's lead you straight to the pigeon's nest in the cannery, and once you take him down, he'll sing like a canary. Take a quick peek around the corner, and there it is - he's standing on an oil slick. What a maroon.
You chamber the grappler and the firework. A quick shot at the ceiling, and you're zipping up a line. He shoots, but misses. Pigeons are terrible shots,…