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    crossing lines for maura

    Story written on July 14, 2012 by mauraandapriest-NEVER.
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    Every eye in the cantina suddenly swung to the opened door. Jane only needed the moment she had entered the room to take its measure. The cantina was inhabited by ten or fifteen people. A young girl with bright red hair, carrying plates of food from behind the long bar like counter. Perhaps two dozen

    Every eye in the cantina suddenly swung to the opened door.

    Jane only needed the moment she had entered the room to take its measure.

    The cantina was inhabited by ten or fifteen people. A young girl with bright red hair, carrying plates of food from behind the long bar like counter. Perhaps two dozen cheap laminate and steel tables and booths in linear patterns occupied the main body of the room. Directly ahead were two doors, one with a soiled sign for toilets and another with a private sign. At the rooms bottom left hand corner sat a burly man in his late forties. Dark black hair in a ponytail, a well trimmed moustache, a white vest and arms like tree trunks covered in gang and prison tattoos. This was the leader. This was Alvaro.

    He sat inconspicuously in the booth with a man disguised as a mountain of muscle to his side. At the end of his booth table another young man leaned against a chair that had been turned backwards. A whip thin young man, in black jeans and an ostentatious red shirt. This was Carlos.

    Jane directed her unwilling escort forward as though he was leading her to the restrooms.

    Within a few seconds suspicion began leaking into the eyes of the men who watched the couple.

    ”Hey Cesar! What you doing leaving the door. Who the bruga?” A random voice hollered from her right.

    Their inattention and hesitation was enough though. The few seconds had brought Jane parallel to the booth she required and in a move she never thought she would be capable of she tripped her companion. Cesar fell with spectacular flare and the distraction gave Jane the time she needed to neatly slide into the empty seat of Alvaro’s booth, while simultaneously drawing her revolver and her glock. She levelled her glock at Carlos and the revolver at Alvaro.

    The hunk of muscle bodyguard wasn’t as slow as she had thought and pulled a .45 out of somewhere to say hello.

    The cantina fell silent for a second before swearing stormed loudly, and the clink of metal issued to inform the patrons that yet more guns were being drawn.

    Jane didn’t react. She didn’t flinch. Her concentration clinically on the muted dirty brown eyes of Alvaro. Alvaro played his part of Gang leader and resident sociopath well. His face betraying nothing. His nephew Carlos however was swearing up a storm and looking ill.

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