"Hey mothafucka! Get yo fuckin' hands off me!" the thug writhed and wriggled in the guys hand, a hesitant face as he felt cold steel pressed to his temple. His other cronies, the cowards they were, darted away without a single word. "A'ight hey! Lemme go man! I'm sorry!" Rebecca took a step back, clenching her arms tight around her and saying to the gunman, "Thank you." Was he a cop or something?