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[b]Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: Casino/Party Hall[/b]

The ground shook suddenly beneath her feet, a blazing column of fire rising through the hole that Bart had created, and the floor split. Still holding tight to her new gun, she pulled her shield in around her to create a buffer. Though she fell through the floor into the basement, she protected herself so well that she came out unscratched. Raising her gun, she pointed it at the glowing cleric and was just about to fire when the message came. 

[i]“Mordie, Heather, Bart… time to pack up, folks. We’re done here.”[/i]

“Yes sir,” she said immediately, throwing the small gun to the side. She glanced at her partner, but Bart was having none of it. 

[i]“Huh? Done? Are you fucking kidding? Some fat fucking bitch just dropped the floor out from under me and now I’m going to drop her and-”

“It’s done, Bart.” Kenneth’s calm and collected voice commanded. “Job’s officially over everyone. Let’s go home.” [/i]

Stepping forward, she grabbed Bart by the shoulder. “We have our orders.” 

“Fuck that!” he shouted, moving to slam his fist into Moira’s face, but he stopped mid-step gasping for air. 

Heather stood behind him, face as still as stone, as she held the shield in place around his head. It was similar to what she had done to Trixie, and she couldn’t hold it long. But that didn’t matter, Bart was already running out of breath since he kept cussing her out. Releasing her magic, she watched as the man fell to his knees. “Are you done?”

 She swore she heard him mutter at him under his breath, but he got to his feet and returned to her side. Heather nodded towards the Guilders, a gesture of respect for a fight well fought. “Good luck with your business.” Arm linked firmly with Bart’s, she forcibly dragged him out of the room before activating her communicator. “Kenneth, Bart and I are heading out.”