Randal couldn't help but notice what interesting things Natasha's figure did, when she leaned forwards and put her elbows on the counter. He had to force himself to stop looking. A gentleman simply did not stare.

Randal chuckled as he grabbed another Coke and set it on the counter along with the other. "I didn't say I was paying for your motor oil ma'am, just a Coke. Are you trying to take advantage of my good nature?" He pulled a few dollars out of his pocket for the Cokes and then stepped aside to allow Natasha to pay for her motor oil.

Once she had paid for her motor oil, Rosco held out her change. He grinned at her, from under the bill of his cap. "Randy here's as good as any a boy you'll find. Your in good hands with him." Randal sighed. He could see that there would be rumors around town in the morning. He would have to fend off questions from a series of sisters and aunties.

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Renee knew that the first law of law enforcement was never to give up your firearm. Knowing she was probably going to die, she decided to act. She lifted one foot and stomped on Mike's instep, even as she smashed her shotgun butt back into his stomach. He momentarily let go, and she ran forward, coughing, before turning around and firing both barrels at him. The shotgun sent both barrel through his chest, sending him backwards to crash into the wall and collapse.

She dropped the shotgun and drew her service revolver, as she stalked forward, pointing her gun down at his body. She knew he was dead, seeing as she could see all the way through his chest. She lifted the point of her gun, just as his dead eyes fluttered and he started to stand up. At the same time, something had crawled onto back and was in the process of chewing its way through her deputy's jacket.