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[pop-goesweasel.livejournal.com]

Always more work to do. Always.

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[angel-not-saint.livejournal.com]

That's me. [her smile is oh so innocent]

Now why don't you get the fuck out of my town.

[pop-goesweasel.livejournal.com]

This is not your town. Little girls should not use words they cannot back up.

[angel-not-saint.livejournal.com]

Who says I can't back it up?

[pop-goesweasel.livejournal.com]

Call it an educated guess.

[angel-not-saint.livejournal.com]

[She grins. She had been hoping he would doubt her. Makes everything more fun.] That an invitation to dance?

[pop-goesweasel.livejournal.com]

I was never very musical.

[He's got this thing about not hitting a woman. First. Not hitting her first. But this one? He hardly considers her a woman. Still, he just readies himself.]

[angel-not-saint.livejournal.com]

[Morgan rarely hits. She knows her physical limitations. So she goes straight for the weapon, aiming at Popov's right foot. He's not a dancer, so he shouldn't care much about it, right?]

[pop-goesweasel.livejournal.com]

[He falls, a short yell escaping him as his foot starts to bleed. He swears and reaches for his gun, still on the ground. He aims it at her, firing for her hand. Best to disarm her, after all.]

[angel-not-saint.livejournal.com]

[Oh hell no, she just narrowly avoids that shot before firing another, this one aimed at a more critical part of Popov's anatomy. Could be his heart, could be his balls. Guess it all depends on what he finds critical.]

[pop-goesweasel.livejournal.com]

[He rolls away, firing another shot completely wild. Another string of swearing escapes him as he struggles back to standing, not able to put full weight on his left foot.]

Stupid girl!

[angel-not-saint.livejournal.com]

[She's smirking. Completely proud of herself. She gave him the option to leave after all. See what happens when you don't...fuck! The wild shot grazes her shoulder, searing through her skin as blood begins to soak through her clothes. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. It's time to abort mission. But not before she gets another two rounds off -- still firing as she slinks backwards towards an alley.]

[pop-goesweasel.livejournal.com]

[He has the slight satisfaction of causing her to retreat first, managing to duck behind a car to avoid the two shots as she runs off towards the alley. But who was that wild little girl? And where did she learn to shot like that?]