[color=darkcyan][h3]Deeandra~[/h3][/color]

    Many times have people taken back their word, as the town itself was full of liars and thieves.  In a business such as hers, many of these actions were not surprising, and could be expected.  However, at the sound of explosives detonating, and a large vehicle’s gas tank shooting fire into the sky surprised could only come as an understatement.  Slamming on the breaks, her jeep screeched to a stop as she eyed the distance behind her watching as itstarted into a gun fight.  Biting her tongue, her senses overflowed with the taste of iron in her mouth and the venom in her soul, all of which came down to one thought…[color=darkcyan][i]Tommy[/i][/color]

     Tommy was a skittish boy, just out of his teens.  He was more like the puppy of the family then a kit, always thought of as the little sibling to all in the mob.  So desperate to prove himself, he came to the Godmother on his knees begging for a chance to do so.  She permitted it, and now he was gone.  Growling she couldn’t help but to shout [color=darkcyan] “Bastards!”[/color] into the rearview.  Eyes checking her mirrors she could still see Marcus attempting to hold his own.  Looking once more to the destruction without knowing its master [@FallenTrinity] she knew to save her hatred for another time.  For now she could only salvage her negotiator and the last box he was hiding behind.

     Ducking down in her seat, she threw the jeep into reverse, watching the side mirrors in order to navigate.  The sounds of bullets rained on the doors and windows, threatening to cause a breach within the on slot.  Throwing on the e-break, she whipped the vehicle around to the frontward position, throwing her foot on the gas she disappeared in a cloud of dusk, headed straight for the center of it all.  Grabbing her talkie, Dee shouted into the bottom causing blood in her mouth to find its way to the steering wheel. [color=darkcyan] “MARCUS! By the nines, if you die I will bring you back and kill you myself! “ [/color] After seconds, which seemed like minutes a broken voice retaliated in between coughs [color=silver] “Now ..is not the time..for your humor…if you don’t mind me saying so. [/color]  Deeandra could tell he’d been hit though the extent of his wounds were unknown.  

     As minutes burned away, the defenses of fortress were worn down exponentially.  The back glass now allowed several bullets through, one of which clipped her shoulder.  Muscle screaming in pain, it was the anger alone which allowed her to ignore it.  Eyes scanning through the fog, or rather dust storm, in moments she had her target.  Once again slamming to a stop, she came within feet of hitting Marcus.  Popping the trunk, she slipped as the noise of the wind filled her ears.  Pushing her way through, she finally came made it to him.  Attempting to assess the damage and inquire, her voice became lost in the roar of it all.  Blood seemed to be coming from his side, and his ear was clipped as well.  

     It took time, but the pair was able to get the one crate into the vehicle.  Slamming the trunk shut, Dee watched as the cougar was barely able to open the door, all but collapsing in the floor board.  [color=darkcyan] [i] We need to go go GO![/i][/color]  Shutting the back passenger door she climbed back in her seat and pointed herself west away from the fire.  Circling around would be the longer way; nevertheless, with the condition of the jeep attempting a straight path would only be a death sentence.  Beating her hands against the wheel over and over she glanced at Marcus.  [color=darkcyan] “You are not allowed to die.  That is an [i]order[/i]!”[/color]  The only response she received was an attempted scoff lost in choking.