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( Before.)
Face freshly scrubbed, Faye stalks out of the elevator with her Glock in her pocket, her MP5 in both hands, a cigarette in her mouth, and a pair of sunglasses covering her eyes.
In the dimness of the parking garage, she lifts the glasses with her forefinger and thumb and looks around under the bottom edge of the rims. "Where's the party? Don't tell me it's over already."
She purses her lips in disapproval at Spike and the gun he's pointing in her direction. "That's no way to greet a partner."
So she took seven minutes. She had to call that many people and get her own weapons. He should feel lucky that's all it took.
Face freshly scrubbed, Faye stalks out of the elevator with her Glock in her pocket, her MP5 in both hands, a cigarette in her mouth, and a pair of sunglasses covering her eyes.
In the dimness of the parking garage, she lifts the glasses with her forefinger and thumb and looks around under the bottom edge of the rims. "Where's the party? Don't tell me it's over already."
She purses her lips in disapproval at Spike and the gun he's pointing in her direction. "That's no way to greet a partner."
So she took seven minutes. She had to call that many people and get her own weapons. He should feel lucky that's all it took.