Curly regarded the woman with disdain. It was a smart aleck bitch like her that got him drummed out of the military. Talking about morals and shit. Everyone was getting a taste, and no one was smart enough to plug her when she got close. So instead of some cushy desk job in uniform, he got to push around doe-eyed broads in bumfucksville. He was about to level the silencer at her mouth and give her something to bite on, when Jacob moved to intervene. “Whatever” he said, swallowing an urge to spit.<br/><br/>He watched the other two ladies have their ‘we’re all gonna die’ fest and frowned. It was probably true…maybe true…very true, but that didn’t mean he had to hear it. He was about to tell them to keep their fucking traps shut, when Moe held up his pager. He’d been closest to Moe as he was setting the shit up, so he knew someone got their hands on the alarm. It sure as hell wasn’t Susie Q and Mandy Lu over here, so it had to be the bitch. She talks to him like he’s a fucking child, and then she’s stupid enough to fire off the alarm? If he wasn’t already doing something, he would have followed Moe back there to give that broad another one for the road.<br/><br/>The small movement from Susie Q caught his eye, and he walked up to her, gun up and drawn “What the fuck was that? Hands! Hands where I can fucking see them, cunt!” He kicked at her side where he saw the hand go, prodding for what might have been there, then seeing the bulge “Looks like we have another dime store hero on our hands! What an honor to meet you, Wonder Fucking Woman” With that, he grabbed at the back of her shirt like he was hauling trash. Even with the one arm, the man was the kind of strong that didn’t come with a health membership. The kind that came from construction jobs on the side when work was slow. The kind forged by heat and hard labor, and her Miss Muffet ass had ruined his day<br/>