"Hey, be lucky I didn't kill them anyway." she said, gruffly, to whomever had laughed and joked with her "Fucker think they can just walk away from a fight they started... world's better off without them..."<br/><br/>And so she went around, assessing the damage.  All of them were alive, but injured... save for 8-ball in his truck.  She checked his pulse with her gloves on... dead... rifle wound through the heart.  Alee made a damn good shot; she knew the girl could call in a rifle from somewhere.  That in itself was shocking; the sweet doctor who pulled a bunker's worth of lead out of her over the years had just killed someone... a ganger no less.  Who was less surprising than 'that' though...<br/><br/>"Okay, girls, we need to leave five minutes ago." she said, approaching as she takes her gloves off, checking for blood on her outfit (but finding none, surprisingly) "Something tells me 8-Ball was a lieutenant in that gang, and gangs do<em>not</em>take well to having their people messed with, as you've seen.  Killing a lieutenant would be a death-sentence for most people.  So unless we're apt to leave a trail of bodies in our wake, I suggest we get the hell on out of here, and I suggest you find a new permanent dock Asami."