Anita waited patiently for the gang to return. She shook her head as her lieutenant deposited Danial onto the dust at her feet, sending him sprawling. "That was very brave and at the same time, very silly." She told him. "You've got<em>cojones</em>, I'll give you that. Now, see, I'm a fair woman. I think five cee-notes is a bit high, but there's not many would dare cross me. So, here's what I'll do."<br/><br/>She paused and lifted the mechanic from the ground, grunting a little with the effort.<em>Damn this meatloaf was heavy!</em>She set him back on his feet, and dusted him off a little. "You fix whatever<em>you</em>did to my bike and I won't have you ... heh ...<em>prosecuted</em>..." At the use of that word a snigger ran through the assembled gang. It was obviously some private joke. "... for malicious damage. And What I'll do. You did a good job on the bike, my ... ah ... test drive ... proved that, so I'll pay you twenty bucks."<br/><br/>She paused and then, hauled him close, and whispered "Per month for the next two years, and if you ever let on, I will personally castrate you, okay?" She winked quickly so the gang couldn't see. "All I can afford, sorry". And then she pushed him away hard, stepped out of the way and demanded, "Now fix it!"