#( weird........... )

          the barrel of a sawed off shotgun rests against her shoulder, finger tap-tap-tapping the side of the trigger as her opposite hand holds a cell phone belonging to a mr. david white -- or, she supposes she ought to say ‘officer’ david white. the screen is littered with fingerprints and cracks, but her thumb moves over it with ease to scroll through his camera roll. it’s invasive, but officer white (and his partner, officer benjamin hoff) are too busy sitting on the ground spitting up their own blood to say much of anything about it.            she’d suspected these two of being pigs the moment she laid eyes on them. she always could tell a cop just by the way he walked, but cherry sorely doubted that the boss would be pleased to find out she was killing saints without saying anything to anyone.. especially if she turned out to be wrong. of course, she’s rarely ever wrong, and these two proved it when she caught them attempting to plant microphone and camera bugs throughout a crib, and put a bullet in each of their knees and stomped on a few of their fingers . fucking idiots.           ❛ y’mind if i call the big guy off’a your phone? ❜ the woman asks one of the men on the ground, and the two of them cringe.  she smiles rather sarcastically at the two of them, and types in michael’s number. one of the two undercover officers begins to protest, and she swings the shotgun down off of her shoulder and into his face, making little shushing sounds and shutting him up rather quickly. pressing the phone to her cheek, she listens to the rings, and speaks as soon as the line connects. ❛ hey, ah, boss--- ❜ christine hums into the receiver, light brown eyes rolling thoughtfully around the room. ❛ s’me, cherry. look, i’ve got something for ya’, something i think you’re gonna wanna come deal with righ’ away. ❜           not to say that she wouldn’t be more than happy to handle it and finish off the two officers herself, but when two little pigs need to be slaughtered, who better to call than the butcher himself? // @puckiish