Tables turned
Huntress doesn't believe in wasting time. As soon as she overheard Sigiorello's half of the phone conversation, she was on her way across town to track his driver. She needs information, and fast.
Sigiorello's driver isn't a fool. He has his own minders; three burly men who accompany him in public.
Three against one.
It hardly seems fair.
One of Freddy's bodyguards has just enough time to register the looming shape dropping down from above.
"Holy shi -- "
Crunch. Huntress lands on him, boots slamming his head facefirst into the expensive limousine's hood.
"Evening, boys."
The other reaches for his piece. Before her cape has even finished dropping, she drops forward, resting her hands on the car, and lashes out with the heel of her foot at the second man's jaw. There's a crack of bone as his head snaps sideways. The third cuts his losses, trying to use the nearby alley to make his escape.
He'll find his run cut short by a crossbow bolt just below the knee. Satisfied, Huntress turns her weapon on Freddy.
"Wait! Stop! Please!"
"I have a couple of questions -- " She cuts herself off as she sees him trying to reach for his gun. Snarling, she steps forward and drives an elbow into his face, forcing him to sprawl backwards over the front of the limo. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, she slams his face downwards three times, spattering blood across the dark paintwork; cries of pain spilling forth at each one. She stops finally, and leans over to hiss in his ear.
"Let's try this again. I'm going to ask you a couple of questions. And if you lie to me, I'm going to make you eat that gun of yours."
Gasping for breath, he nods dumbly. "Good. Now listen up. Your boss said earlier the family was saved. How?"
"I don't -- "
Huntress reaches forward and rips the hood ornament from the car, wrenching his hair in her grasp. "Answer me, goddammit, or I'll ram this thing down your throat along with your gun."
"Okay, okay! The ... the shipment. Tan's shipment is coming in."
Dammit. She leans closer, the streetlights casting a devilish glow over her profile. "When?"
Sigiorello's driver isn't a fool. He has his own minders; three burly men who accompany him in public.
Three against one.
It hardly seems fair.
One of Freddy's bodyguards has just enough time to register the looming shape dropping down from above.
"Holy shi -- "
Crunch. Huntress lands on him, boots slamming his head facefirst into the expensive limousine's hood.
"Evening, boys."
The other reaches for his piece. Before her cape has even finished dropping, she drops forward, resting her hands on the car, and lashes out with the heel of her foot at the second man's jaw. There's a crack of bone as his head snaps sideways. The third cuts his losses, trying to use the nearby alley to make his escape.
He'll find his run cut short by a crossbow bolt just below the knee. Satisfied, Huntress turns her weapon on Freddy.
"Wait! Stop! Please!"
"I have a couple of questions -- " She cuts herself off as she sees him trying to reach for his gun. Snarling, she steps forward and drives an elbow into his face, forcing him to sprawl backwards over the front of the limo. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, she slams his face downwards three times, spattering blood across the dark paintwork; cries of pain spilling forth at each one. She stops finally, and leans over to hiss in his ear.
"Let's try this again. I'm going to ask you a couple of questions. And if you lie to me, I'm going to make you eat that gun of yours."
Gasping for breath, he nods dumbly. "Good. Now listen up. Your boss said earlier the family was saved. How?"
"I don't -- "
Huntress reaches forward and rips the hood ornament from the car, wrenching his hair in her grasp. "Answer me, goddammit, or I'll ram this thing down your throat along with your gun."
"Okay, okay! The ... the shipment. Tan's shipment is coming in."
Dammit. She leans closer, the streetlights casting a devilish glow over her profile. "When?"