"Well, here it is. The warehouse this scum and his goons hide out in. They're tough, but not anything we can't handle. On the count of three, we get in there, and leave no scum standing."
Crimson, Sword in one hand, Sub-Machine gun int he other, crept towards the door.
"One....." The vigilantes readied themselves. "Two....." They drew their weapons, and got into a position to attack. "Three!" The doors to the warehouse crashed open, and, faster than anyone could realize, the vigilantes were in the warehouse, cutting through scum like paper.