[ The man raises his eyebrows as Mercy struggles to get away from the man that's holding her. She's not making it easy, making angry noises and trying to bite and scratch her way out of the hold. One of the other men grabs her legs to stop her from kicking and she makes a screechy sound before grabbing her pocket knife and stabbing it right into the arm of the guy who grabbed her legs. He yelps and drops back, but the first guy still has a firm hold.
Gun man glances at Alfie. ] Feisty, too.
[ Mercy starts yelling, still struggling. ] No! No, don't, let me go! Let him go, I'll kill you!
[ The man with the gun digs the barrel into Alfie's head, snapping his fingers to get Mercy's attention. ] Stop struggling or I'll shoot him. [ She pauses, eyes big and wet and frightened - and then stops completely, biting her lip. ] Good girl.
Well. Pleasure doing business with you. [ The man with the gun says happily. And he punches Alfie, gun in hand, directly to knock him out. He takes Alfie's gun, too. Just for good measure. ]
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Gun man glances at Alfie. ] Feisty, too.
[ Mercy starts yelling, still struggling. ] No! No, don't, let me go! Let him go, I'll kill you!
[ The man with the gun digs the barrel into Alfie's head, snapping his fingers to get Mercy's attention. ] Stop struggling or I'll shoot him. [ She pauses, eyes big and wet and frightened - and then stops completely, biting her lip. ] Good girl.
Well. Pleasure doing business with you. [ The man with the gun says happily. And he punches Alfie, gun in hand, directly to knock him out. He takes Alfie's gun, too. Just for good measure. ]