The women crouching by the motorcycle appeared unresponsive to William's hail, and then opened-fire on some random building.

William Taggart responded in-kind with a warning-shot directly over her head.

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^Not gonna be hiding [i]that[/i] anytime soon.

He then laid the tip of his bayonet against her back. The two-foot long spike still stank the sweet rusty aroma of mil-surplus berdan-primers and dried blood; if she gave him any trouble, he'd only have to point and lean forwards with all is wieght.

[b]"How many are with you?"[/b] This time he yelled, trying to be heard over the ringing in his own ears as he steadily kept applying more pressure to her back. He didn't want to stick around long enough for her big brother to come back and have to deal with both of them; [i]if she didn't talk, he'd just have to find-out the hard way[/i].