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[@Dragonbud] 

“Jesus, miss, I  don’t want any trouble!” the last thug squawked, raising his arms shakily up above his head in a gesture of surrender “please, I’m just looking to make a couple-” 

In a flash of movement, the thug was holding a .44, and cocking back the hammer. 

He pulled the trigger, and a bullet exploded fourth, rocketing through the air, and slamming into the space between Corinne’s eyes, painting the wall behind her with the inside of her head. Chunks of the young woman’s frontal lobe trickled down the grimy brickwork, and her limp body hit the floor. 

“Eat lead, cunt.” 

The thug turned his attention to Dusty. 

“I’ve still got one in the chamber, kid. Either you walk away and forget this ever happened, or I put one between yours eyes.” 

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[@Sol Grim] 

“An assassin, huh?” The Donna gave Dallen a thoughtful look, biting down on the corner of her lip. 

“There’s a jet pusher by the name of Alejandro. Has dirty blonde hair, and one bad eye. In about half an hour he’ll be on the curb outside of the Jungle Gym, selling his wares. Put a bullet in him, and bring me back his stetson as proof. If you can manage that, I’ll think about moving you up to something more serious.” 

The Donna slid her fingers together, placing her hands flat on the desk. 

“Until then, we have nothing more to discuss.”