by Claire Destine » Sun Feb 12, 2017 1:18 am
"Oh, fu--" Claire's expletive is cut out by the retort of guns going off. The two mercenaries cry out in pain as they shoot themselves in the legs.
Claire grabs Melissa's phone and vaults over the bar. She grabs the bartender and pulls him down to the floor with her.
"Lovely day, innit?" Claire asks him, putting the phone up to her ear as she waits for an answer. "Why don't we just settle down here for a tick?"
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Meanwhile, the mercs' compatriots weren't happy about how this operation was going. The one at the front door barked at Melissa, his gun already drawn, "Y'all fuckin' idiots. Lady! Down on the fuckin' ground! I won't warn you again!"