Mr. Venka had seen enough tragedy in his life to make certain his only daughter would be prepared when trouble reared its ugly head. With corporate espionage and even open warfare an ever looming possibly, Mr. Venka had been kidnapped twice and forced to pay huge ransoms for his release. He had watched his young wife wither away in agony, poisoned beyond the means of even his immense fortune to cure, the victim of a company feud. He would be damned if his daughter would be helpless, and as the barrel of the bead pistol filled her sight the subliminal training and combat conditioning the young Ms. Venka had been subjected to took over.
Sally shuddered slightly, and in an eyeblink did something very fast and clever with her hands. Mr. Grubber had been holding a pistol to her head, now it was pointed at him. He had just enough time to say-
"What-"
-allowing Sally to shoot him in the mouth, the bead penetrating his soft palate. The microcomputer in the projectile detonated the round in his brain pan, and Mr. Grubber swayed slightly on his feet, still pointing, a thick fluid dripping from his nose onto his shirt-front.
A lot happened all at once. Felicity yelped and ducked down behind the counter, big bottom wobbling above her. Sally darted sideways out of the booth to clear her sightline, only slightly encumbered by her sloshy burger-belly. Mr. Hughes hissed in alarm, a chop-shop emitter suddenly in his hand. It was a big, brutal looking weapon covered in wires, batteries and tubing, and it made an impressive THUNK! when he dropped it on the floor a second later, his coat puffing and bulging around him as a quick burst of beads exploded within his body. Mr. Hughes threw out his hands, clutching at the counter as he slumped onto the ground with a wet gurgle.
Sally checked the windows, keeping herself in cover behind the booths with the bead pistol in a ready grip. Seeing nothing threatening, she shuddered again and seemed to become fully aware of her surroundings.
"Oh wow. Walter WAS right, it's like the Wild West down here sometimes." She gingerly set the bead pistol down on a table with two fingers like a dirty sock, then hurried over to rescue her tray of burgers before Mr. Grubber could drip onto them. Felicity, cowering and trembling with fat-wobbling fear, peeked over the countertop to see Sally calmly eating another burger in a different booth..
"Wh-wha-what the hell was that?" Felicity said, voice barely below screaming pitch.
"He ate my burger. And he pointed a gun at my head. Oof, my tummy is a little off," Sally said, rubbing her belly, upset from the sudden surge of adrenaline and motion. What was left of Mr. Grubber slowly relaxed into a sitting position in the booth, his head gently falling forward onto the table.
"Y-you killed them!"
"Um, yeah."
"Sally, you, you, you, they have friends!"
"Really? These guys? Huh."
"You duh-DUMBASS! They're in, they were in a gang! When they find out that you killed them, they're gonna go after you! They're gonna go after ME! Oh shit oh shit, they know I work here, they can find out whereI live..."
Sally sighed. It WAS kind of a mess.
"Sorry Fee-Fee. They were also robbing you, you know."
"We're insured for that, you dickhead! Jesus Christ, I'm gonna have to move and shave my head and-"
Sally chewed thoughtfully while Felicity moaned on and on about her plight. Sally wasn't used to thinking deep thoughts, or really even considering her own actions; you pay smart people to do the thinking, daddy always said. But she liked Fee-Fee a lot. They were friends. Friends stick together and get each other out of jams. The start of an idea started to fuzzily come together as she slurped up soda.
"BORP! Excuse me. Fee-Fee, listen to me..."
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