Frank kept at his post by the window while the rest of the group did their jobs. The police station was just a few blocks down the road so he kept his eye on that particular building. When Moe indicated that the silent alarm had been tripped, Frank stared at the police precinct. After the initial fight between the girls and the rest of his gang, there was still no movement. Huh, thought Frank, Moe's fancy crap actually worked. By this time all the whiny voices from the women were giving Frank a real headache. Shouldering his Uzi, he walked over to the woman Curly was holding down and knelt by her head. Smiling, he pulled out a roll of packing tape, ripped off a sizable strip and slapped it over her lips. The tape was clear so a casual glance wouldn't cause any suspicion. Then, just for the heck of it, he grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed as hard as he could. After the count of thirty, he let go and stood up.<br/><br/>His next target was the blonde. She got the same treatment as her friend. As he finished with the tape, he said, "These are cunts, Curly. Why do you think they'll have a thought on how to save their friend? Better to just keep their damn flaps shut until we can fill them with our cocks and cum. Here, I'll watch these two while you go help out in the Vault."<br/><br/>Bending down, he grabbed the blonde's tit again and used his hold on the firm mound of flesh to drag her over to her friend on the floor. He had a smile on his face, a jackal's smile, and a raging hard on. However, now wasn't the time to try out their holes. There would be time for that once they were on the road.<br/><br/>"Sit still or you're going to get hurt," Frank hissed. "I ain't in the mood to listen to you dumb cunts plead, if you didn't figure that out. Make one wrong move and you'll want to beg me to fuck you instead when I'm done with you."