“I always get them,” Paige said with a stern confidence, “One way or another.” She continued around the lot. Her glance narrowed slightly when she spotted a lone car, a clean, but old Crown Victoria sitting in the shade, not too far to be out of the way and not too close to be conspicuous. The windows were tinted solid black. “And you don’t have to worry about that,” She said in response to Sio’s concern. “Just sit tight and enjoy the show.” Paige pulled up behind the car and flashed her lights: Two short flashes and two long. She quickly checked her phone and dropped her badge in the cup holder before taking her pistol out and tucking it behind her back. Paige flipped her sweater back down and hopped out of the car.
Two or more people standing by a car and talking in front of a Sears or a Barnes & Noble looked completely natural in broad daylight.
What's going on? Looking at the car as Paige approached, it ironically appeared to be a long retired police cruiser with polished chrome wheels and what looked like a new pearl paint job. The window came down partially before she had a chance to knock. A male voice spoke from inside the car. The man’s eyes followed the top of the glass looking Paige over until the window disappeared into the track. His look wasn’t one of suspicion or apprehension.
It was pure lust. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, lanky with short cut hair and a tattoo on his neck that looked like a kiss from heavy lipstick. He spoke again.
Paige smirked and leaned down, putting her hand on the window frame. The guy was angling for a look at Siobhan in the side mirror. Paige said drawing his attention back. Siobhan rolled the window down a bit of curiosity getting the better of her.
He turned away then back and his grin was wide, but sunk immediately when he turned back to find himself staring down the barrel of Paige’s pistol. “Ah, shit.” He spat.
“Get out.” Paige said flatly.
“Mine’s bigger,” He said nodding down at his left leg. “Big enough to put hole through this door and you with it.” Siobhan swallowed.
Fuck. Guns.Paige glanced down, “Think you can point that cannon before I put hole in your head?”
“You a cop, right?” He said, “I know you’re not gonna shoot me.”
“You sure I’m a cop?” Paige replied. Her hand didn’t move and she continued to look straight down the barrel of her gun into his eyes.
“Bitch, I been around, I know the game,” He smiled. “Besides, you think I never had a gun pointed at me?”
Paige tilted her head slightly, almost playfully, “No,” She said, “but this could be the last.”
“You not gonna do sh---“ He was cut off as Paige’s hand moved swiftly and fired a round directly into the steering wheel causing the airbag to deploy. The shock of the gunshot and instantaneous deployment of the bag caused him to let out an animal like yelp of surprise. Siobhan watched glad she had stayed in the car.
Paige flung the door open and threw the man on the ground. Completely disoriented, he hit the pavement without even an attempt to protect his face. His chrome plated revolver spilled out with him and she immediately kicked it away. Paige and Siobhan looked around making sure the noise hadn’t drawn any attention and Paige retrieved a small set of handcuffs from her back pocket. As the man groaned in pain and confusion Paige swiftly kicked him squarely between the legs with enough force to retract his manhood for more than a few weeks. He howled and began to go into dry-heaves as his body searched in futility for ways to deal with the myriad of pains inflicted upon it. “You…” He coughed, “crazy… bitch!”
Cuffing one hand and clipping the other to one of his car’s expensive wheels, Paige took out her phone and sent a quick text. She brushed her hair back and gave Sio a thumbs up and a smile. Siobhan stared back giving a thumbs up.
A black, unmarked van turned off and made its way down the street, entering the lot where they currently waited. Paige deftly busied herself with the guy's very large caliber revolver. Dumping the shells she twirled it in one hand wild-west style and visualized sliding it into a holster on her side.
"My... damn... gun... bitch" The man grumbled.
"Shut up or I'll put you in the trunk." Paige said rolling the gun in her hand with a bit of curiosity. Seeing the van approach, Paige flipped it over quickly scanning for any mark of modification while Siobhan rolled up the window some what hiding behind the tint. Her eyes widened slightly as Paige shot a glance of pure death over at the crumpled man chained to his car. Being doubled over on the ground, he never saw it. Paige put the gun on the hood as the brakes of the van squeaked lightly to a stop. A man and a woman got out.
The woman said something. Paige glanced at her wrist then the woman spoke again.
Paige said something and handed what looked like cuff keys to the other guy, who could have easily passed as a lineman for the Angels. The woman looked about eight years older than Paige had a slightly weathered look about her and was all business.
Siobhan watched the other two haul the guy into the back of the van before handing Paige a thick, white envelope saying something. Paige accepted the envelope with a light nod and watched them drive away. Her cordial smile faded as she went back and retrieved the revolver.
"We have another stop to make now," Paige said. Her tone was more grave than any other time the whole day. "If you think you're up for it."
Siobhan smirked and nodded.
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