[@Terminal][@WiseDragonGirl][@Cruallassar][@Holmishire]

[i]After several moments of silent contemplation, Donny seemed to come to a conclusion. He wafted over to the left of that weird ass woman without hesitating, all the while leveling a sardonic gaze back at the others. At some point he had lit up another cigarette, but it had been done smoothly enough to avoid detection from anybody not paying full attention to the hitman.[/i]

"Naw. Yah'll lookin' at it wrawng. Fawckin' Mr. Platter came a lot closah tah killin' me than this female evah did, and naow that he's dead, I ain' gonna be gettin' the second half of mah pay. As of naow, Ah'm unemploy'd. Hencefawth, Ah'm no lawnguh obliged tah keep to mah previous ordahs. Ah'm a professional, aftah awll. What does Ol' Donneh want, then? To get back to Las Vegas free of chawrge, preferably with one of them fancy new guns in tow. Oh, an' you, missus, will fulfill Platter's end of the bargain.

[i]Donny's body turned towards the entity, he looked into her face, into her eyes.[/i]

"Iddn't that right?"

[i]A flash, a splitting boom, tatters of Donny's coat spinning in the void. The entire time the group had believed Donny to be on their side, but the only side Donny had ever been on was his own. He was no longer under contract, and so just like that, there was one less party member and one more dangerous foe. He'd have fired across his belly and through the side of his overcoat, drawing his revolver from its leg holster while his flank was hidden to the others. Ariett had been the one Donny considered the most threatening, so he aimed to shoot her down first with a .454 to the heart.[/i]