I'd like some c&c on a short intro I wrote. Might not be the best idea for me to write in English and it probably shows that it's not my mother tongue. Anyway, a short Sin City-like intro Friday, the busiest night of the week and the pub was crowded as usual, mostly by blue-collar workers. Cigarette smoke made the already musty smell even worse. The atmosphere was relaxed and calm, until the door opened. A cool winter breeze swept through the crowded pub and a dark hooded figure stepped inside, closing the door behind. As the figure undressed the dark brown hood, revealing her glowingly red hair and pretty face, heads started turning. The pub filled with working men hadn't had a woman visitor for ages. Soon the atmosphere was much more nervous and even the buzz of talk quieted down. However the redhead didn't seem bothered by this at all. She confidently stepped further in to the tavern as she was a regular customer. She walked down to the right corner of the room and sat at a table. There was something about that particular table. The pub was so crowded that many didn't have a place to sit, but this round table and the four chairs surrounding it, were all free. Soon the buzz of talk started again and it was much louder than before. Also the people near the corner table seemed suspicious and vigilant. The mysterious woman however seemed in no way startled by this. She merely stared at the old wooden front door as she was expecting someone. Minutes passed and the tension which had filled the room had vanished. With a loud crack and a cool breeze, the door opened and this time four bulking figures stepped inside. The entire pub fell silent at once as the four figures stepped to light, revealing brutish men wearing classy suits. They too walked through the room towards the corner table, but were surprised to see that it was already taken. The woman sitting in the corner had taken out a cigarette from her pocket when one of the four men stepped forward. 'Need a light?', the man wearing a charcoal stripe suit asked, and he got a decisive nod as an answer. 'So honey, what does the price tag on you say.' he continued arrogantly after lighting her smoke. 'You couldn't afford me, so how about you take a hike.' the woman answered equally arrogantly and blew a mouthful of smoke in the man's face. 'You see missy,' he said firmly, 'This table is mine.' 'I don't see your name on it, mister Stokes.' 'Oh, so you do know my name, then you also must know that you should be running already.' 'You give yourself too much credit for being a smalltime gangster.' laughed the mysterious redhead, who was clearly provoking Stokes, who was starting to look furious. Even his companions seemed very watchful. 'I own this city, day and night. How about we settle this outside.' Stokes said and gave the three men behind him a hand signal. The redhead pulled the hood over her hair and headed towards the door in the back of the pub. Above the backdoor was a toilet sign. She pushed the door without any hesitancy and the four suits followed slightly behind her. Behind the door was a hallway with two doors with labels on them, one on each side. 'Gentlemen' on the left and 'Ladies' on the right. The last man who entered the hallway anxiously closed and locked the door behind him. As the hooded woman reached the door to the ladies' room, she stopped for a split second and took a deep breath. She opened the door and felt a cool breeze on her cheeks. Behind the door were stone stairs leading down to the backalley. She took only a few steps in to the cool winter night and mister Stokes followed looking confident. The redhead such a swift turn that her hood blew back, revealing her hair to the dark night. With her right hand, she grabbed a small sixshooter, hidden inside her long leather coat. In a flash, she had aimed Stokes and he dropped dead on the stairs, with a small hole on his forehead. Only the man in the back had reacted quickly enough and was holding a high caliber handgun. While the other two men were still grabbing for their guns, he shot. Twice. The two men in suits also dropped dead, shot in the back. For a second, there was nothing but silence. 'Did I do good?' the man asked quietly, his voice shivering. 'You did good, thank you.' the nameless woman said without any emotion. She pulled up her hood once again and started walking towards the dark alley. When she had dissappeared in the dark, one last shot was heard. The last man dropped dead on the stone stairs, shot in the temple.