“Ready to run princess?”
“Are you serious?” She looked at him with both brows raised. “Have you not noticed the crowd outside?”
“Them?” He shrugged, unconcerned. “By the time they see us, we’ll be gone babe,” he said with a grin.
“You’re an idiot,” she sighed as she checked her holster then gave her bat a test swing.
“Am I crazy?” He struck a thinking pose. “Little bit.” He held up his hand, finger and thumb an inch apart.
“Fucking lunatic more like it,” she muttered. “Tell me again why we’re not waiting until night to do this?”
“We’ve covered this sweetie,” he shook his head and sighed dramatically. “They like to hide in the dark and it’s easier to hit them when you can see them.”
“Easier to hit you too,” she mumbled as she stretched then rolled her shoulders. “Okay, let’s do this.”
“One last time over the plan,” he said as he mirrored her. “We’re headed to the Fire Station so run like the wind and get the doors closed.”
“And if there’s some of them waiting inside?”
“Shoot and swing baby.” He hefted Big Bertha and tapped his baseball bat on the ground. “It’s a simple and elegant plan. What can go wrong?” He grinned.
“What indeed,” she muttered.
“Once more unto the breach?”
“Fuck off with your Shakespeare.” She rolled her eyes and took a step towards the door.
He stepped in front of her, grabbed her throat and kissed her hard.
“Love you too babe,” he laughed as he kicked the door open and they ran.