This seemed musically and thematically appropriate... (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOtGFgqulFI)<br/><br/>Rez watches the MRAP approach as she stalks a slow circle around the nearest of the three vans, her hands moving of their own accord as she breaks open the chopped birder (http://www.imfdb.org/wiki/File:IMG_1298.JPG) and slams two more shells into it by feel. The stop-sign's sharpened end is jammed upright in the reddened dirt, leaving the bleached red octagon as indicator of where the Vulture's boss bitch currently is.<br/><br/>Most of the rest of the mob, well, they're having a good time, and what would you expect? She taps her sidearm lazily against one thigh, leans into a pile of Vultures making some unfortunate's last moments more memorable and hauls one out by the shoulder. "Pony, grab some'n and find me 'nother wheel. I want that truck," she indicates the clown-car with the blown out tire, the first to go down, "...ready t'roll. Wan'em all ready t'roll. Fifteen minutes. Then y'can go back t'play. Y'know yer cut's safe if y'r workin'." She slaps the other woman's rump firmly, sending her on her way.<br/><br/>Rez turns at the low rumble of the MRAP's engine, sees Warner dismount, and starts to glance away again. He's entitled to some of the loot after all, she gathered that much. Couple of the clowns had holes in them that could only be answerable to the long, heavy-barreled monster atop the soldier's vehicle.<br/><br/>...And then the crazy fool has to<em>open his damned mouth and give a <strong>COMMAND</strong></em>.<br/><br/>Warner finds himself the sudden center of a lot of attention, and none of it looks friendly. Every one of the<em>Buitres</em>in earshot is looking from him to Rez, whose knuckles are white with fury around the taped grip of her gun. Some of them might want to see her taken down a peg or two, but none are going to move against her unless she looks weak. They know what happens to people who try and fail.<br/><br/>And that means Rez<em>can't afford to look weak</em>.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Y'don' fuckin'<em> TELL ME</em> how <em>my people</em> spend <em>their</em> time!"</span>the top Vulture snarls.<br/><br/>There's a whole lot of sidelong looks going on now, as various Vultures take account of the situation, and its most notable elements:<br/><br/>The guy with all the nice toys is more than a step or two away from his big armored truck with its big gun.<br/><br/>His rifle is still inside the truck.<br/><br/>He's trying to muscle in on their party.<br/><br/>And, most dangerous of all, he's telling Rez what to do in front of her gang.<br/><br/>It's almost like Warner has a checklist of really bad moves and he's going down it making sure to cross off each and every one.<br/><br/>Rez doesn't aim straight at Warner, but the shotgun is pointed close enough to his head that he can see sunlight fading to faint-lit red paper down its wide, six-inch barrels. No. She's aiming just a little above and behind him. Between him and the MRAP. If he stands and backs up from his crouch over the clown, it'll be straight into her sights.<br/><br/>"And y'don' threaten not t'treat my people<em>'if'</em>." she growls, "Y'wanna play doctor? Y'wanna decide who lives an'dies? Fine, y'fuckin' got m'attention." She turns her head slightly to the side and yells, her eyes still on Warner. "CAT. I wan' every fuckin' clown with a fuckin' pulse<em>right here</em>,<em> RIGHT NOW</em>." The bikers look even unhappier at this announcement.<br/><br/>"Counter-fuckin' offer. Y'helped take these<em>out</em>s'I'm gonna be fuckin'<em>generous</em>. Y'want'm? Y'get<em>half</em>." Seven other half-dead harlequins are deposited un-gently nearby. Rez glances. "That's four apiece. Y'pick<em>two</em>piles, four clowns<em>each</em>. I decide which pile y'keep, an' th'other pile are<em>ours</em>." She bares her teeth in a snarl that'd make a hyena look kind. "Then y'fix<em>my</em>people<em>first</em>. No waitin'.<em>And </em>ya stay for th'fuckin' party. But ya better pick<em>real</em>careful, because what y'pick, they gon' be<em>yours</em>. Your fuckin' people. Your fuckin' responsibility. And your fuckin'<em>ass</em>. I see'm wearin' clown white again an' I will hang'm with their own intestines. No questions asked."<br/><br/>Rez leers. No other word for it. Did someone ring a bell? She looks like she's about to start salivating. "And then I'll come lookin' for<em>you</em>.<strong>No questions asked.</strong>So if y'think y'can't keep'm<em>clean</em>, y'better shoot'm<em>y'self</em>."<br/><br/>Rez tips the shotgun up just slightly. Not nearly enough to make Warner anything like safe.<br/><br/>"Y'chose yer share of the loot. That's our rules. An' that's my fuckin'<em>last word</em>on't. Now y'can take't, or leave't. If it ain' yers, y'don' get t'say what 'appens t'it."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC and Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'm assuming given the immediacy of Rez's last <em>Pack Alpha</em> roll that for the moment she's still on top, and Warner's challenge makes this a brawl between top dogs, not something the others will want to get caught in the middle of, but if you feel another <em>Pack Alpha</em> roll is needed, let me know.<br/><br/>My <em>Go Aggro</em> roll is 11. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=56657) <br/><br/>Warner gets to choose:<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>When you go aggro on someone, roll+hard. On a 10+, they have<br/>to choose: force your hand and suck it up, or cave and do what<br/>you want.</em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>I believe that under these circumstances (which existed before Rez made her speech: Warner DID just walk into a pack of savages and try to get between them and their prey) it'd probably get really ugly, really fast if Warner tries to force her.<br/><br/>EDIT: Minor grammar/typo fix for clarity.</div></div>