Yes

Closing your eyes, and counting to three, you round the corner and start shooting. The gun jumps in your hands at each shot. You struggle against the recoil but keep it pointing in the right direction and you keep pulling the trigger. When the magazine clicks empty and you open your eyes. The gang members are on the floor, blood flowing from holes in heads and torsos.

You see Gonzalez stare at you, wide eyed, she mouths one word.

‘Run’.

It seems you did not get them all. The leader of the gang struggles to his feet. He is bleeding, one arm hung uselessly, his gun somewhere on the floor, but he doesn’t need a gun. He is a foot taller than you and built to match. Letting out a guttural snarl, the man charges.