LoveRobin

dieCarly After cautiously peering around the corner of the hallway at the destruction from three strategically placed hidden shotguns, a balding elderly man clutching a forth such firearm at the ready stepped out into the first hallway, a quizzical expression to his face. After three shotguns discharging, he expected to find the walls—indeed the very air—to be misted red. "Nikdo? Pasti by neměly být uvolněny bez důvodu...," he muttered. No one? The traps wouldn't be triggered for no reason.... He felt a cold barrel lightly press the top of his meager combover. "Zmrazte, pokud vám to nevadí, prosím," Freeze, if you don't mind, please." He did so. "Zlikvidujte munici, položte hlaveň na podlahu a opatrně ji spusťte," Discard the ammunition, place the barrel to the floor and carefully lower it. He broke the weapon's breach, allowing its two unspent shells to clatter to the floor before gingerly following the rest of the directions. "Co chceš?" What do you want? "Většinou nebýt

The lead goon had everything under control. For all of maybe two minutes. But for those two minutes, he was calling the shots. Pardon the pun…. He and another of the goon squad had lifted the chair to which Connie Rockwaller, Agent Razzle, was tied to so that the back two legs were balanced on the edge of the penthouse's lavishly decadent glass pool deck's railing. Recognizing her precarious position, she had stopped struggling, lest the thugs lose their grip. Lonnie Rockwaller, Agent Dazzle, froze as his shouted command called for. Taking in the scenario, she allowed her DEBS Special to swing forward on her trigger finger, next to useless. "Sis!" "Don't worry about me, Sis. I have things well in hand" "The only thing 'well in hand', ladies, is my grip on this precariously balanced chair," the man sneered. "Now, you," he ordered the blonde sister, "will stand down, allowing us to vacate the premises, or I allow the brunette to perform a sitting swan dive into