“You show em!” Kayleigh gave a loud whoop, all her pretended dainty, feministic mannerisms vanishing in that mere instant. She stood up and stomped her way towards the Captain, who towered over her. His men, upon seeing her advancements moved in to intercept the woman, but a malicious, threatening glare from the friendly assassin halted them in their tracks.
Kayleigh stared him down (or up), looking at him squarely in the eye. “Whatcha gonna say to surrendering all your treasure before Mr. Badass here-“ she motioned gruffly towards Jackson “-detaches your head from the rest of you?”
“It’s not like you’re gonna bring all that cash to meet your great-granny anyways,” she added, finding it a perfectly logical statement, so she was genuinely confused when the Captain rejected her request by bellowing in her face.
“KILL THEM!” He screamed, his voice bordering between shrieking cats procreating and the worst opera singer in the universe.
“Okay, whatever,” she grumbled. “SMOKE BOMBS AWAY!” Kayleigh yelled gleefully.
With a deft movement of her hand, there was a faint thud as multiple rounded objects hit the floor, before throwing out puffs of smoke that expanded and billowed. Visibility was now close to zero.
Out of the chaos, a sharp whistle could be heard, the signal for the assassin to strike.