alicia heard the sound of the drill, her eyebrow cocked in suprise. Really? The world ends and this jack ass tries to rob a bank? Shaking her hed she waited, grimacing at the sound of his awful singing. Yes because the sound of the drill wasn't torture enough. Interesting choice of song though.<br/><br/>She watched as he came out the office, her gun trained between his eyes. None of that shooting in the chest. She'd learned these two years, that usually people were smart enough to wear bullet proof vest. She stepped towards him, Her free hand reaching to pull a small knife from her waist band. Her eyes scanned him. No guns in the front, they must be in the back.<br/><br/>She stopped, placing the cold steel of the gun barrel directly against his temple while circling around. Two .45s, a man after her own heart. She stayed silent, pulling the guns away, pushing one in her thigh holster and the other in her jeans.<br/><br/>"Now that you're disarmed, I have a couple questions I'd like to ask you. Namely, why did you blow up the gas station? Especially knowing that here were people inside?" Her voice was strong, and she stayed behind him, knife ready just encase her tried anything. "You see, I saw your car parked outside the station. Wanted to tell you how much I liked it, but then you light the station on fire, with four people inside. ANd I gotta say, good taste in cars and guns doesn't make up for trying to blow up four people. So what's the deal?"