Molly was pacing up and down her house. It had been all over the news. The FBI had let Joe Carrol slip through their fingers once again. She was waiting for Joe’s phone call to give her permission to go kill Ryan.
Ryan had arrived a couple of hours ago. He’d had that сука Claire with him. Had it been up to Molly, they’d both be lying on the floor with a нож in their stomachs. But she had to wait for orders.
She heard the backdoor squeak and turned around. Her eyes on the kitchen-the first place the backdoor led to-she snuck to the cupboard and opened the first drawer. In the drawer there was a loaded gun.
Holding the gun at arm’s length she carefully walked to the кухня where she found both Joe and Emma lying by the backdoor.
Molly put the gun on the кухня таблица and hurried to Joe and Emma.
“Help Joe” Emma ordered her. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a scratch. Joe’s еще important” To prove she was alright she helped Molly get Joe up and walk him to the living room.
“Did anyone see Ты come in here?” Molly asked as they put Joe down on the couch.
“I don’t think so, no” Emma replied nervous.
“You do know who lives Далее door, right?” Molly checked while she examined Joe.
“Yes” Emma прокомментировал(-а) annoyed. “It was a risk we had to take” she added. “Is he going to be okay?” she asked with a look at Joe.
“Depends” Molly replied vague. “Stay with him. I need to go get a few things. Make sure he doesn’t lose conscious”
She stood and ran to the stairs.
Joe tried to keep his eyes open, though he’d much rather give in to the weariness.
“When Ты get better, we’re going to finish them off. We’re right under their noses and they don’t even know it” Emma tried to distract him from the pain.
“Emma?” Joe whispered. “Please do shut up”
“What?...” Emma stammered, at a loss for words, though she didn’t need any; Molly had returned.
“Take his рубашка off” she ordered. Emma took Joe’s рубашка off and Molly sat behind him. “I don’t have any anesthetic here, so we’re going to have to do this the painful way. Hold him tightly”
She opened the bottle of бурбон and poured some of it on a scalpel and some of it on Joe’s injury, causing Joe to groan.
“Are Ты going to cut out the bullet?” Emma asked upset.
“Do Ты have any better ideas, genius?” Molly fired back.
“No” Emma admitted.
“Then shut up and let me do my job” Molly snapped. She placed the scalpel on Joe’s skin and started cutting.
Joe’s grabbed Emma’s arms and tried to hold it together .
“I swear I’m going to kill that bitch” Emma сказал(-а) fierce and passionate.
“You stay away from her” Joe hissed. “Claire’s not yours to kill”
“Got it” Molly сказал(-а) and she held up the bullet. “You want to keep it?”
Ryan had arrived a couple of hours ago. He’d had that сука Claire with him. Had it been up to Molly, they’d both be lying on the floor with a нож in their stomachs. But she had to wait for orders.
She heard the backdoor squeak and turned around. Her eyes on the kitchen-the first place the backdoor led to-she snuck to the cupboard and opened the first drawer. In the drawer there was a loaded gun.
Holding the gun at arm’s length she carefully walked to the кухня where she found both Joe and Emma lying by the backdoor.
Molly put the gun on the кухня таблица and hurried to Joe and Emma.
“Help Joe” Emma ordered her. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a scratch. Joe’s еще important” To prove she was alright she helped Molly get Joe up and walk him to the living room.
“Did anyone see Ты come in here?” Molly asked as they put Joe down on the couch.
“I don’t think so, no” Emma replied nervous.
“You do know who lives Далее door, right?” Molly checked while she examined Joe.
“Yes” Emma прокомментировал(-а) annoyed. “It was a risk we had to take” she added. “Is he going to be okay?” she asked with a look at Joe.
“Depends” Molly replied vague. “Stay with him. I need to go get a few things. Make sure he doesn’t lose conscious”
She stood and ran to the stairs.
Joe tried to keep his eyes open, though he’d much rather give in to the weariness.
“When Ты get better, we’re going to finish them off. We’re right under their noses and they don’t even know it” Emma tried to distract him from the pain.
“Emma?” Joe whispered. “Please do shut up”
“What?...” Emma stammered, at a loss for words, though she didn’t need any; Molly had returned.
“Take his рубашка off” she ordered. Emma took Joe’s рубашка off and Molly sat behind him. “I don’t have any anesthetic here, so we’re going to have to do this the painful way. Hold him tightly”
She opened the bottle of бурбон and poured some of it on a scalpel and some of it on Joe’s injury, causing Joe to groan.
“Are Ты going to cut out the bullet?” Emma asked upset.
“Do Ты have any better ideas, genius?” Molly fired back.
“No” Emma admitted.
“Then shut up and let me do my job” Molly snapped. She placed the scalpel on Joe’s skin and started cutting.
Joe’s grabbed Emma’s arms and tried to hold it together .
“I swear I’m going to kill that bitch” Emma сказал(-а) fierce and passionate.
“You stay away from her” Joe hissed. “Claire’s not yours to kill”
“Got it” Molly сказал(-а) and she held up the bullet. “You want to keep it?”