There are a number of things I expected to see in here. This...is maybe sort of kind of halfway like one of them, but it involved a gun instead of a pair of scissors and a baseball bat. I slide through, past the duo locked in their goodbye look and tuck myself into the far corner, shove my hands in my pockets to make myself look that much more nonchalant, and interrupts.<br/><br/>Which, yeah, is crazy-stupid, but so is trying to toss a private eye's office and then torch it because ol' Hammer-hands has it in his thick skull that I'm one of his errand kids. Which I'm not. I'm just using him to get answers before I leave a bag-full of incriminating evidence in the hands of someone bigger and meaner. Like maybe Tio Taz. Like I'd leave something that explosive where John Law could get it! They'd screw it up.<br/><br/>On the other hand...<br/><br/>It does not look like Runs-With-Scissors is going to play nice, and that overly wide grin is gruesome. I'm going to regret this, I'm sure, especially when Casey Jones realizes that I'm here, what with my orders to toss his office and burn it to the ground, but sometimes a gal has to do things she doesn't want to. So, borrowing a move I saw Jackie Chan pull off once, I scoop up a waste-paper basket, flip it over, and slam it down around Mister Happy's head good and hard.<br/><br/>Harder to hit some, buddy, when you can't see what you're doing!<br/>