Xantolos
You roll to the right, scooping up your Thompson on the way to your feet and narrowly avoiding the blast that shreds the floor behind you. You hear a muttered curse and the shotgun is pulled back in. Who the fuck are you and why are you shooting at me? Eat shit! I ain't comin' out dickhead and I'll blast your buddy here if you try to pull anything funny! So back off!
Pufferfish
You take a second to slip your knife up your sleeve before walking through the doorway. You squint in the dim light, and you can make out the vague shapes of boxed products and commodities. Your eyes start to adjust and you find the storeroom mostly untouched aside from a few overturned boxes of liquor. You move towards the back of the room and see that one shelf is covered completely in canned food. You can't believe your luck, and it also explains why the rest of the store is trashed if there was something this valuable in the back of it. There's even a box of can openers on the ground right next to it.
Xantolos
Dark Suit [revolver], Satchel [full whiskey flask (on ground), gas mask, 1 mask filter], Thompson [in hands; half ammo]
Pufferfish
Warm Rags [switchblade (hidden in sleeve)] + Leather Overcoat [pack of cigarettes] + B-3 Gas Mask (doesn't need filters), Long Lead Pipe [left hand], Briefcase [right hand; full bottle of whiskey, unopened food tins], Backpack [broken gas mask]