10-18-2007, 08:25 PM
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ZU Angels... back in black.
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Re: Unloading a Chamber or Two Before a Job (Altamira)
No matter where one was, it was never wise for a cop to enter a bar sporting their badge.
But in Rubato, it was nearly suicide.
Tracey was most certainly not by Monroe's side by the time he had received his payment; oh no, the sleuth hadn't even gone five paces down the short flight of stairs leading from the door before she was stopped, shoved, and spat on by a gang of unsavory barflies toting big guns and flexing sweaty muscles. The girl was resilient, they could give her that--she quickly regained her composure after the affront, and stared them down with dignity, hand ready on her pistol, but one skinny cop against six brutes was a mismatch whether one had pride or not.
The group had kicked the detective to the ground and were about to rummage through her cloak pockets before Monroe turned from his business and caught sight of the deplorable scene. One of the men swallowed hard--knowing exactly what would follow after seeing the glare in the bounty hunter's sharp eyes.
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