[@CommisarJhon]

As the old Irish addage went, [i]May you be in heaven a full half-hour before the devil knows you're dead[/i].  And the devil, in this case a pissed off redheaded Russian woman with a penchant for bloodshed, sporting quite the vicious scowl, knew well those [i]sukas[/i] were dead before they even reached the pearly gates.

She slung the AR over her back; it would come in handy later for the bloodbath that was about to go down at her boss' manor in the countryside.  Then, taking a few more spare mags from the bodies, along with one of their USP .45s, she nodded to Anton, knowing well where they were going.  He didn't even have to say anything about it.  She got over to her bike quick enough, slapping down the visor on her helmet and revving the engines with a fearsome war cry.  Somebody wanted to fuck with the [i]Bratva[/i] today?  Then certainly they were gonna have Hell to pay.

The manor wouldn't be the only place though that was getting an Irish shitstorm courtesy of Delaney, that fuck.  No, all over Little Moscow black vans would be pulling up.  Guns would be blazing, people would be screaming, and blood would be flowing.  Apparently they had one hell of a bone to pick with Ivolgin and his associates, those Block 66 guys came to mind.  Good bunch of typical gangbangers.  Not the sort Anna would really associate with, unless she was looking for someone to grab a drink with from time to time.  Nevertheless, they were all walking around with targets on their backs, even her...and of course their boss.  A bone to pick.  Anna would be picking more than just bones out of their bodies when she got through with them.

She pulled up beside Anton in the middle of the street, signing over to the Russian attack dog quickly, [color=9e0039][i]"I'm going on ahead, comrade.  Warn the others they've got hell coming.  They probably know by now."[/i][/color]