"Oh, fuck.  The mother-fucking cast-iron sow of a bear just landed, claws down.<span class="bbc_u">And</span>she's got cubs."<br/><br/>Junior reaches out to tag Taylor's arm.<br/><br/>"Your little girlfriend just waltzed into Antonio's place.  I hear there's a warden magnet hangs out there.  Which means it's about to hit the fan and be unevenly distributed.  Gather your mojo and let's hustle."<br/><br/>He frowns sadly, resigning himself to the way today seems to be going: mysterious omens, bad weather, trigger-happy man-hating Van Helsing groupies...<br/><br/>"<em>You</em>get to do the talking, and<em>I'll</em>keep an eye on the exits,<em>capiche</em>?  Because when this goes bad, I want to get a head start."