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[i]Donny's eyebrows furrowed into a good natured shrug of acceptance, like that of a man who had just placed a bandaid on the scraped knee of a child. He simultaneously leveled his revolver between the two women and removed a set of handcuffs from his coat pocket. He shook the steel cuffs encouragingly as he spoke. His plan was obvious. He had attracted attention on purpose to gain more hostages.[/i]

[color=f26522]"If yuh think yuh can pull any tricks or geddouta this, yuh mistaken. Ah'll shoot yuh both dead befah yuh can take a step. Which Ah'll do, if yuh so much as twitch. Remove \all\ yuh clothes, slow like warm molasses, all yuh weapons too, so Ah know yuh ain' got anuh sahprises. Then bind yuh left wrists with thuh cuffs, nice an' tight. No Houdini shit, missies. I know loose cuffs atta glance, an' all the ol' escapin' tips. Them cuffs can't be picked with no skelly key or bobby pin, ayuh. Yuh gonna sit down when yuh chained togethah, an' stay that way, nah fussin' or complainin' or Ah'll blow yuh feet off an' hobble yuh instead. I won't hurt yuh none if yuh play sweet. Red Clah may not have anuh near an' dear, but we'll see if he changes his mind when hostages ah involved."[/color]

[i]Everything in the hitman's posture and tone resounded with fundamental truths. This one couldn't be fooled like a Saturday morning G.I Joe villain. If he saw one thing out of line, he'd probably shoot them both like dogs and move onto a different strategy without missing a beat. Someone must have paid him to go after Red Claw.

He'd toss the cuffs before the women.[/i]