She blinked. What the hell was wrong with this picture? No one was that slick, no one could pull the wool over her eyes yet he had managed to do it not once by twice. He had manipulated her at ever turn had read her every movement before she made it.<br/>Trinity griped the but of her gun so tight it bit into the flesh of her palm sending a low sting of pain down her arm. Her entire body shook with rage and astonishment. He was good alright He was unlike anything she had ever encountered before. Watching the bullets rain from his fingers like water over a falls she listened the the slight jingle of the metallic shells as they slammed into each other, felt there weight as the slipped on and between her thighs. She couldn't help it, he was really turning her on with this three steps ahead crap. Most men cowered and cringed the instant she let lose but Moro, he had not just remained cool but had gotten over on her. He was stronger then other men, Maybe stronger then she was and that more then anything was the reason why she didn't spin the gun in her hand and bash his head in that very moment.<br/>Falling back in her seat she swiped at the slight warmth on her cheeks slapping once then again before looking astonished at the liquid coating her digits. Trinity couldn't remember the last time she had cried, she had thought those emotions were all but dead to her.<br/>"Not dead enough apparently.." She mumbled to herself tossing the gun on the dash. "I don't need anyone... Well I wont as soon as you take care of that fucking Fed. As for you... I just keep you around because you have this annoying ability to keep me from killing you."