<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6854164#msg6854164">Quote from: AK47 on 02-09-2012, 09:32:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Mari unzips her purse under the guise of looking for more money. She wasn't about to pull her gun out, but she wanted to be ready just in case the party gets too fun. She nods to Gabi and pulls out a bill. If things get bad she'll give the bill to Gabi and tell her to call a cab. Until then Mari decides that the best course of action is to wait and see what happens next.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The phrase Romario had used meant "kissing the Devil under the tail", Mari knew. It meant performing a demeaning act, and in general was equivalent to the rude English "damn me if I'm wrong". Nix-junior was just waving his finger and was going to point it at Romario - long after the time when a gun would be more useful...<br/>Because it was a signal, she realised. Romario's men moved as one, and two of the trio crouched while the third pulled a gun and pointed it at Nix. Maybe he didn't even understand English, and was just waiting for the signal. Whatever the case, he pulled the trigger.<br/>Only the place Nix occupied moments ago, wasn't there any longer. The female bodyguard had jumped when seeing the move, tackling his mass to the floor split parts of the second before the killer pulled the trigger.<br/>The trio of bullets passed where Nix's heart - or at least chest - has been moments ago, and missed Gabi's head by less than a foot. The other two Brazilians were pulling guns. Nix's men were doing the same. Gabi stood transfixed, looking at the man who had almost killed her by mistake, her mouth open.<br/>All around, people started hitting the deck. At least those that have grown in the bad parts of the city had these reflexes ingrained. Mari had almost done the same, but had stopped in a high crouch.<br/>Nobody was shooting at her. Yet.<br/><br/><strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>At the Illegal Pitfights<br/>With Damian, Chery, Cutmen and trainers.</strong><br/>She was pulling people out when she heard a phrase being spoken in a language that was neither English nor Spanish.<br/>Whatever it meant, it unleashed hell! (http://www.allouttabubblegum.com/main/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/A%20Better%20Tomorrow%2004.jpg)<br/>Gunshots. People hitting the deck, some even rolling. Screams. People running (the panicked) or crawling (the trained ones) for the exits.<br/>Except one thing didn't fit. Cherry had dropped to a half-crouch, but unlike Damian and the rest of them, wasn't speeding for the exits.<br/>She was looking for the place where Nix-junior had been.<br/>"Nooo!", her scream probably went unnoticed by most. After all, sounds are often lost due to the adrenaline, and everybody had more pressing matters - like staying alive - than some woman screaming her lungs. Is she shot? Not even close? She should totally shut up...<br/>Or at least that was what most seemed to be thinking - among the ones that were thinking, of course.