It was dark by the time she reached the restaurant and they were laying in wait.
Jorge and Eric had formed a half-hearted truce over the matter and decided to settle the score with her.
CLICK-CLACK, the side door opened.
THWAP-THWAP-THWAP, two sets of rushing footsteps.
Almost startled, she drew her handgun and fired two shots at the approaching figures. The room was all commotion for a moment, before going completely silent.
“What’d you think I was going to do, cry or something?” she said, looking down at Jorge as he clung to life.
She coldly walked away.