He takes a single step inside, waits for the guard to lean away from him to hit the close button, then puts a flame into his brain. Nicky ducks inside and looks around at all the legitimate Confederate guards patrolling the area. The Confederate soldiers quickly do as they are told. Within seconds about fifty of them are at the door, ready to go. As soon as the last soldier is out of the door, Nicky's men scramble to the door, line-up in firing squad formation and Nicky drops his hand.
Smoke rises up in the air as a dozen flame rifles go off at once within inches of each other.
Nicky halts the gunfire. Nicky takes a deep breath, then turns around to check out the stock behind him. Just then a straggling Confederate soldier comes running out of the bathroom. He stops in the dead center of the warehouse-sized room, his gun in one hand and his pants in the other. Nicky and his men are somewhat frozen for a split second.