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"Heh, look at her, she look like she break with just one touch of finger." a large, tall, bald headed Russian broke out in laughter as she approached with narrowed eyes on the man. "Anyone ever tell you looks can be deceiving?" she questioned, and couldn't help but question her sanity having joined up with this particular crew of men under the payment of their boss who had a name even if you tried to pronounce it, it still wound up sounding like some ingredient from an american made snack product. It was much simpler to call him by his last name Kovalenko. An old, yet not well known mob up in New York who was now pushing business through the lesser and more hick states of America.

"No, I break you now...prove point." he laughed again sending a playful elbow to the tall, thin, quiet man beside him and another to the short, bearded man opposite who was laughing along with him. "I'm sure you could try, but I doubt your boss would take to kindly to that, or finding out one of his bitches got the boot." she replied with a dry tone and a smile sliding in to the back seat of the black SUV with tinted windows and closed the door leaving them to talk among themselves until she pressed the button on the door to roll her window down. "Time is of the essence." she rolled her eyes and fell back against the seat waiting until they gathered in to the vehicle, the one to speak to her joining her in the back with a large grin.

"You like        "-"No." she cut him off turning to look out the window as the engine roared and the driver hit the gas heading out of the private airport and on to the highway towards hick ville. They were to meet another man and his crew for a deal, she was the smart gun, two were the muscle, and the tall man sitting in the passenger seat who kept to himself was the man who would be making the deal. It was always the quiet ones that had the worse story, the most unforgiving past, and the scars to prove it, and they were the most dangerous out of anyone. She couldn't help but to look at him from time to time with his upright seating position, face forward and blank as if he were made of metal and to open him you'd find wires and memory chips.

The drive seemed like a long one, the bald russian in the back seat continued to look at her, and at one point his hand traveled to her thigh where she made a point not to touch her by grabbing him by his index finger and pulling back sharply nearly breaking. He writhed in pain and pulled away and she returned his actions with a smile before gazing out the window to watch miles and miles of open country pass by. Another vehicle before them made as a precaution knowing that more men would be needed in case something went wrong, and that's exactly what had happened.

The SUV rumbled, the sky filling with smoke and she was flung in to the door as they swerved out of the way of the vehicle that had been driving ahead of them that was now up in flames and she turned looking over her shoulder and out of the back window before flying forward and planting a firm hand on the drivers shoulder. "Stop!" she cried out with a forcefulness as they skidded to a halt and she pushed the door open sliding from the automobile and dropped to her stomach at the rear end to see who was out there. A blue truck, accompanied by other vehicles, but she wasn't able to make out the amount of men they had, one in particular with spiked hair was stationed in front with what looked to be a rocket launcher.

WHERE DID YOU GO IN THE MIDDLE OF PLOT TALK?! 

embrace the spider love!

i love your spider friend as i said its Anansi playing tricks on you.

Would you like me to ding it repeatedly? (and finished moving for the day yay!

“this is rather disconcerting, I ask that you stop.”

Hey just realized you can totally use the Raylan starter I made and reply as Marley!