[@Flightless_Soul][@Vas Khaleen][@KaijuBaragon]

[i]Donny was paying careful attention to the conversation. He was applying for a job here. Somebody his potential employer didn't like was nearby. Somebody that warranted enough of a reaction to make another hired killer prepare their firearm. 

But none of that really mattered. What was important was the perfect opening for some business that Linda had provided.[/i]

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"I just wanted you to remember somethin' Becca The Bastards are here; we ain't leaving bar you or the goddamn Russians."
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[i]Whilst Linda was finishing up with her speech, Donny neatly plucked a cigarette from his pocket and poked it into the corner of his mouth. The left hand dipped back down and silently retrieved his lighter.[/i]

[color=9e0b0f]*Click*[/color]

[i]He took a few light puffs, tendrils of smoke coiling from his nostrils.

Then, before Linda stood up, Donny lashed out with his left foot to knock out the nearest rear leg of the chair she was sitting in to make her topple backwards. It happened fast, without warning.
Should Linda fall, then by the time she figured out what had happened, whether it was an accident or not, she'd notice probably the biggest hand gun she had ever seen outside of a movie aiming down at her. The hitman had a strong center of gravity, and his eyes were sharper than coffin nails. If she make any sudden or suspicious moves, if she reached towards anything, he'd probably blow her head clean off.[/i]

[color=f26522]"Rhi-Rhi won't shoot ya. But ol' Donneh? Ayuh, Ah will. Yuh can bar Miss Rebeccah an' thuh Russians. Jus' yuh don't group Ol' Donneh in with 'em. Naow then...

"Don't call for yuh friends outside. They'll die if yuh do."[/color]

[i]The son of a bitch actually intended to take Linda hostage.[/i]