Zeke s'est remis à regarder Donny descendre dans le hall avec la fille. Il a donné les chances à la fille 50/50 de sortir de ce vivant. Pas uniquement à cause des actions de Donny, Zeke, et Lucky, mais sur la façon dont les flics ont discipliné le déclenchement, et le but des Mobsters.
Les flics eux-mêmes avaient fait ce qu'il attendait d'eux dans cette situation, ont fait une barricade lâche avec leurs voitures, et avaient tous leurs fusils dirigés vers le hall. SWAT était probablement en route mais n'allait pas faire quoi que ce soit dès leur arrivée, et Zeke gardait les yeux épluchés pour tout signe de snipers entrant dans des positions similaires à la sienne. Aucun signe pour l'instant.
Aucun signe de Freelancer non plus, bien qu'ils puissent être n'importe qui pour tout ce qu'il savait. Il fallait juste qu'il veille sur tous ceux qui n'ont pas de caractère. Tous les Civvies qui n'étaient pas des otages ne devraient même pas pouvoir s'approcher de l'immeuble, et aucun flic n'allait prendre des coups de feu ou se déplacer jusqu'à ce qu'ils aient une ouverture claire ou aient obtenu l'autorisation d'aller au feu et que les victimes soient damnées. Il a regardé pour garder un œil sur les choses loin de son champ d'application alors qu'il gardait le fusil serré contre son épaule.
*Name: Ezekiel "Zeke" Debelzaq
*Alias: "The Lead-Lord"
*Age: 30
*Height: 5' 6"
*Weight: 150 lbs
*Appearance: 
Zeke in action. His outfits usually range from hooded coats to dusters, but he always prefers black. He likes to pay homage in his attire to famous gunslingers, or the grim reaper, as those are the main people he feels like when he mows down scores of targets. Whatever outfit he's wearing, its always festooned with holsters of all kinds for his guns.
*Physical Abilities/Skills:
-Master of all Firearms: If it has a trigger and even remotely looks like some kind of gun, Zeke can use it with prodigious skill. His aim and speed are unparalleled, so unless someone's got something between them and Zeke's bullets to protect them, they're dead.
-Strong back: Though Zeke never relies on his strength to kill anyone, he does possess the strength to carry dozens of firearms and spare ammunition on his person. After all, what's the fun of carrying a lot of guns, or even calling yourself the Lead Lord if you constantly run out of ammo?
-Master Gunslinger's reflexes and awareness: Zeke's fast with drawing guns and in being able to think fast enough to try to move out of the way of them before they start shooting. Plus, having watched dozens of shooter and gunslinger films, hundreds, if not thousands of times, he knows most traps that famous gunslingers have fallen for, and how to be aware for them.
*Personality: Being a prodigy with firearms has made Zeke vain. He cannot resist an opportunity to show off his prowess, and always relishes a new challenge. This vanity borders on Narcissism, as this striving to be known as the best shot on Earth can make him very touchy about working with other shooters he doesn't consider to be "up to his caliber". Otherwise, he's obsessed with collecting guns of all kinds and trying them out, and will often scour scenes after shoot-outs if he witnessed guns in action he didn't recognize. His apartment holds enough ordinance to outfit an army, is how much he takes it seriously.
*Background: Ezekiel Debelzaq was born in a rural farmstead in the American Midwest (Kansas, specifically) to parents of little but stable means as a middling sibling out of 6 siblings. Raised on old classic cowboy movies that he'd watch between bouts of labour on his family's property, he grew to want nothing more than to be a gunslinger, the best gunslinger in the world, in fact. His parents, like many do, enabled his fantasy to some extent by letting him try his hand at shooting some of their old firearms when he turned 14, to their surprise, he proved to be a natural prodigy with not just handguns, but also shotguns and rifles, hitting targets with precision and pulling off feats of terrific speed. He was so good that he even competed in the local shooting competition and beat men over 4 times his age when he was barely 16.
As he grew up, he also grew tired of farm life and left out to Kansas City to try and find a job he liked that also suited his prodigious skills. He managed to land himself a job as a gunsmith's apprentice, the closest thing to something he liked. He learned all of the ins and outs on firearms of all kinds, and slowly started collecting a small arsenal. He also took to scaring some of his neighbours at the local firing range with some of his crazy antics to try and push the limits of his skills. Though other more secret informants were watching him then, and saw the potential asset he posed.
Around this time, at the age of 20, Zeke was approached by representatives of the secretive Midwestern Mob Families, far more reclusive than their fellows in New York, Las Vegas, or California, but still members of The Commission, they held great unspoken power in the criminal underworld of the American Midwest, and they were looking for talent. For Zeke, whose parents' Christian morals never really stuck with him anyway, didn't find many qualms with being offered the opportunity to be a hired killer for the mob, as far as he was concerned, those stupid enough to cross the families shouldn't expect anything less, and they offered to pay him a fortune in wages. After shortly mulling the offer over, he accepted.
Thus began Zeke's career as a hitman for the Midwest Mob, quick and efficient, he was a cold and quick killer at first, gradually becoming more vain and bombastic as his skills outmatched most of those of the hicks and suckers he was assigned to kill, if they even put up a fight. The police never came after him, as they were too afraid of him and his ever more expanding arsenal to try, and so long as he didn't murder any big popular figures too loudly, the cops didn't really care about who he killed either. Zeke felt invincible, and he begged for ever greater assignments, to the point where he'd led one-man shoot-outs of whole buildings and bars himself, murdering all of his targets and leaving the ground covered in spent ammunition as his calling card. With Zeke himself taking on the monicker of "The Lead-Lord" as his reputation and obsession for guns grew.
When the time came to induct members into the Mob's secret organization of professional and elite killers, K9, the Midwest Families found that they had the perfect candidate. Even if the years of service had turned Zeke more louder and carefree in his usage of ordinance to carry out assignments, he was the still one of the best one-man armies in terms of gun specialists in the business, and most certainly sent the message that his employers were not ones to be fucked with.
*Theme Music:  "Bad Company" by Five Finger Death Punch
 "Gun locker theme + Mansion theme extended" - Nuclear Throne OST
 "Boss Battle Beating" By Doseone for Enter the Gungeon OST