Crimson (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1MEkKsD5EXc2VckqKRA_gbCmGFK8XnQ90BefzfwEU934/edit)<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/CurvysScarlett.jpg)</div><br/>Crimson waited in her truck, her nerves on edge the whole time they were doing the exchange. She wondered what these people were really up to, and why they needed to be transported like this. Their convoy idled as they waited by the pickup spot. When the Yakuza showed up Crimson laid a hand on the gun, she was ready for anything. Or so she thought.<br/><br/>When the Yakuza just handed over the person Crimson raised an eyebrow, that was too easy…way too easy. She thought to herself. But then the other shoe dropped with a load as thud as a van came screeching up through the parking lot. Crimson knew then that things were about to let sticky so she would have to put the pedal to the medal with the others. But first! Screeching to a halt as Matilda blocked the room door with her van. Crimson leaned outside her truck window and took aim with her shotgun. She smiled as an idea popped into her head, and she aimed at one of the tires on the villain's van and took a shot. Her goal was to shoot a tire as she screeched past, leaving the villains in the dusk with no way to follow them.