Yes.

Dago couldn’t immediately place the voice he heard, but if it was familiar that had a good chance of being friend. He cautiously walked down the alley, trying to stay unnoticed. He saw an extremely tall man with white hair wearing an old gangster-style zoot suit. He was leaning against one side of the brick wall, smoking a cigar. He seemed to be watching something with mild disinterest.

There was a small explosion and Dago had to step back from the ****. A bunch of metal shrapnel began to fly around the alleyway, a large chunk of it hit the tall man and there was an unholy screech from the other side of the alley. A short, irate woman stood up from the alleyway, large pieces of what looked like a gun lodged in her arms and chest. She screeched again and disappeared in a puff of smoke. The man disappeared in a puff of smoke as well.

Dago managed to escape that explosion unharmed, so he moved around the trash bins to see who had made the explosion. He had a hunch who it was and he was correct. Marian Havas was slumped against the brick wall, clutching a bleeding arm. He suddenly looked up when Dago approached, looking a bit like a wounded animal. Dago noticed he wasn’t wearing his glasses, they must have been blown off in the explosion.

“Who’s there?” Marian demanded, trying to squint at Dago.