"¡¿ QUÉ DIABLOS ESTÁ HACIENDO ?!"

Shelly gave a violent footkick in the air. Colt had told her that he would come back around noon.
Ok, maybe add the time of the trip it goes to noon and a half, noon forty if there is traffic.

But now it was half past 1 p.m. ! And, based on the few days that the desperada had spent with the cop, she had learned that he was very punctual !

She didn't have his phone number, what was the point ? They weren't supposed to see each other again in the first place.
She would have called the police station where he worked, but between the fact that she was a wanted criminal and the fact that Colt was a loner, it would have been way too suspicious if an unknown sister or girlfriend called about him, there were too many risks.

Shelly started pacing around the whole house. Kit himself seemed to be worried.

Finally at 2 p.m. she made the decision to go find the redhead.
While rummaging in Colt's room, she found a sports bag with a red sport suit, a mask vaguely resembling the police officer's face and a pair of golden pistols. She threw the mask and guns away and put on the tracksuit.
He was slightly too big for her but it must have been perfect for someone who would have been the same size as Colt.
It was a little surprising that the redhead, who took such great care of his appearance, had this kind of rotten tracksuit in his home.

But the bandit did not ask herself any more questions as she loosened her hair and put her eye patch in a pocket. Finally, she buried her rifle and some ammunition in the sports bag.

In front of the front door, Kit watched her with his big green eyes. The woman and the cat looked at each other for a moment before Shelly cracked a smile.

"I'm going to bring that gilipollas back to you, you'll see" she said as she left the house. "If only I knew where to look for-..."

On the front door, she noticed a paper sheet stabbed on the door with a card.
Shelly squinted her eyes and tore it off.

'Get back to the hide-in. There will be your guy. If you don't come to pick him up by 6 p.m. you can say goodbye to him.

P.S- Do not be an idiot and bring back the money

-B'

Shelly felt her rage rise.
They had taken Colt ? They had taken HER Colt from her ?! Oh...
Oh oh oh~!
They were going to regret it. Regret it so much that they would bite their off !

The desperada started with a firm and fast step. For someone who didn't had a clue of what was happening, they would have seen a woman in a red tracksuit, her black hair in the wind, squeezing a sports bag and with a killer look on her face. The kind of expression that makes you have the urgent desire to change sidewalks if you approach someone with that expression.

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"Ouch ! Not the face !"

"Don't fuck with us then, bitch. Where does she hide her money ?"

"Heck if I knew ! I've only known her for a week" whined Colt.

The tall man in front of him had a petty smile as he punched again in poor Colt's jaw.

"Please, mercy !"

"That's enough Sam. He knows nothing." shouted a woman who was watching the scene from a little bit behind.

"But Belle-..."

"I said 'enough'. He is not lying. Have you ever seen a cop about to shit himself because you hit 'em in the face ?"

The man who's name was Sam looked at the police officer in front of him.
Colt was attached to a chair, with wet eyes, sniffing as he tried to hide his head on his shoulders, like if he was preparing himself for other punches.
He had a black eye, bruises on his arms and probably more under his clothes. His chin was bleeding a little due to the first blow Sam had given him. The man had 'forgotten' to remove his weapons : some kinds of wolf traps the guy could equip on his wrists and fists.
It had injured Colt.

Sam blew into his mustache, frustrated. He let go of the chair the redhead was tied to and crossed his arms as he headed to lean against a column next to the workbench where the one he called 'Belle' had nonchalantly settled.

She sneered.

"Ain't that a shame ? Over everyone else, she had to choose you... While you probably only knew her in posters... She put you in LOTS of trouble, my boy. Do you know why you're in trouble ?"

Colt shook his head.

"I made her understand that if she didn't bring her ass back within an hour with the money she stole from us, we had to get rid of you..."

Colt felt his heart miss a beat. This Belle did not think to 'get rid of' in the... definitive way, right ?

"I'm not going to lie" continued the woman. "We don't like much to get our hands dirty here..."

Colt held a sigh of relief. His last hour had not arrived yet ! And then anyway he was too pretty to die.

"But... We will not hesitate to make you disappear~. You're a cop and you're in our hide-in. I assume you're smart enough to see the issue I guess ?" She ended with a bitter-sweet smile.

The hope that was born in Colt's soul died as quickly as it had appeared.

"B-but... What if she comes ?"

"For a random guy who was forced to host her and who she surely doesn't care about ? There's not much luck, redhead... But, if somehow the fates are with you... It depends on the outcome of this 'interview' !"

The woman with the golden tooth pressed on the word glimpsed by mimicking quotation marks with her fingers while she kept the same sweet smile as when she told him that he would disappear if Shelly did not come, suggesting Colt that he would pass there anyway.

The latter dropped his head back, closing his eyes to try to hold back his tears of impotence, muttering inwardly 'I want my mommy'.

Well, too bad... I guess