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trouble,” I begin in a harmless tone. “We just came for supplies, we aren’t going to hurt you.” Her huge eyes dart between John and I, like a cornered bunny rabbit. It makes me want to go hug her and promise to keep her safe, but the fact that she would rip my face off like a rabid raccoon without even hesitating, keeps me back.
    “Where’re the rest of you?”
    “It’s just John and me,” I reply. Scoffing, she points to the bag full of now spilled bats strewn across the floor.
    “When do you think I was born, yesterday? Two people don’t need that many, so where the fuck are they?”
    “The group’s back at our apartment complex a few towns over,” John answers. “You’re more than welcome to join us.” An adjustment of her gun leaves a newly freed hand capable of making a long hunting knife appear like a goddamn magician.
    “I’m sure I am,” she replies, her words dripping with sarcasm. With the gun still pointed at John’s chest, the knife is held in a defensive position aimed in my direction.
    “That’s not how he meant it,” I shoot John a look that screams, ‘what the fuck?’ Where’s the, ‘I’m a good boy, I swear,’ act he used to charm Sister Mary’s skirts off with when we actually need it?
    “Oh,” she inquires innocently. “Then how exactly did he mean it?”
    “We help you, and you....” a jab to the ribs ends John’s poor word choice.
    “What my simple minded friend here meant, is that we would like to repay our debt.” She makes a real show of thinking it over, tapping the tip if her enormous knife on her tiny chin, before replying.
    “No, now get the fuck out.”
    “What about safety in numbers?” John proposes. Now that gets her attention. It’s obvious that John’s back on his game, when the badass in front of us looks like a Yorkie flipping for a treat.
    “How many are we talking here?” Rising to John’s bait, she sinks her teeth in and fires off questions without stopping for breath. “Ten? Thirty? Is it all men? How far away?”
    “There’s sixteen including us,” I answer. “Ten men, six women, one being my little sister, Sarah. And it’s about ten miles from here.”
    “Can we go now? Right this very second?” She puts her weapons away before eyeing the spilled bag of bats. “Shit. They’ll need those.” Crouching down to an even smaller size, if that were possible, she continues muttering to herself as she starts re-packing the goods.
    Exchanging an amused glance with John, we know that she’s sold and we’re no longer in danger of being carved up by the black widow; at least for the moment anyway. Since we’re distracted, we almost miss her pause in movement, indicating that we’ve been caught. Her mouth snaps shut and she pins me with a glare that’s worthy of being added to the dictionary as the perfect visual interpretation. Five feet of pissed off pixie, abandon the task of packing, in favor of regaining her footing.
    “I’m sorry,” she apologizes in a sickly sweet voice. “I didn’t know I was performing stand up. Why didn’t you say something?” With a brush of her hands, she continues. “I would have pulled out the high quality shit for an audience such as yourselves. After all, you dumbasses were hilarious cowering in the corner.” She stops to clasp her hands under her chin, and widens her eyes, before continuing in a higher pitch. “ ‘Please don’t eat me, sir. I haven’t kissed my boyfriend goodbye yet.’ ”
    “Hey now,” John takes offense. Rightly so, after no display of bromancing having taken place. “One, I’m as straight as they come, babe, trust me.”
    She flashes him a bite me grin, one that puts John’s dazzling one to shame, in response to the first numbered fact. Oh, I’d bite her alright, but I don’t say anything since John’s still talking and I don’t want her pointing her gun in my direction. Or to lose my balls to her machete.
    “Two,” John continues. “We didn’t expect it