Kizzie grumbled and slid the cross into her jacket before striding out of the building, putting bullets in any camera she spotted that could have traced her movements. A quick job, surprisingly quick and surprisingly loaded. The twins had better be the best fuck of her life.<br/><br/>The punk-gothish girl only glanced briefly behind her before heading back to the airport proper. Maybe she could get a little more cash out of the twins if she teased them with new information regarding the job and the situation. Normally, Kizzie didn't ask questions... unless the answers nearly got her killed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>