Fuck that!She kept following them. They were heading for a hover car parked near the dumpster. If the guy got in the car, he would get away.
The woman stumbled in her high heels and dropped her bag, so she stopped to pick it up. The man halted to yell back at her. “Come on Bambi! Move it!”
“I have to get my bag!”
The couple was distracted, so they didn’t notice Jinx moving up behind the dumpster. She came around behind the guy and jumped on his back, wrapping her arm around his neck cutting his air supply slowly.
“Let him go, you bitch!” Bambi yelled at her. She tried to hit Jinx with her purse, but the perp was twirling around with her on his back like a monkey. She missed Jinx and lifted the bag again, but it went back behind her and ended up hitting Drake in the face as he approached.
“What the fuck!” Drake clutched at his nose, surprised by the hit. Bambi continued to pummel him with her bag.
Jinx didn’t let the perp go, but looked up in surprise to see Drake taken down by a stripper with a heavy purse.
Bambi continued to try to hit Jinx, but only succeeded in making the perp Roberts fall back against the dumpster—hard. Jinx’s grip on him loosened. It was the opportunity Roberts needed. He rammed Jinx backwards into the dumpster over and over. The back of her head hit the dumpster and she let go of him, as she saw stars. Jinx slid to the ground as the guy made his escape.
She struggled to get to her hands and knees, trying to focus on what was going on. Roberts and Bambi tried to move around Drake while he was still on the ground. Drake grabbed hold of each of their legs, and at the same time that Jinx pulled out her personal stun gun and leaned forward to shove device into Robert’s ass. What Jinx hadn’t expected was that not only did the shock current go through Roberts, rendering him motionless. It also ran Drake and Bambi as her teacher held the three of them together.
Drake, Bambi, and Roberts all passed out on the ground, leaving Jinx still on her hands and knees with a throbbing bump on the back of her head. She could barely see straight. She crawled over the ground to pull Roberts’s hands behind him and put on the electric handcuffs. Then she put a set on Bambi, who would be charged with aiding Roberts.
Crawling to Drake, she put his head in her lap. She used her cellphone and called the bail enforcement agency for help; there was no way she could haul three unconscious people across the parking lot and up into Drake’s too tall hover truck.
The cowboy answered the phone. “Yeah?”
“This is Jinx Alexander. I need a pick up for Drake’s perp.”
“Where’s Drake?”
“Passed out.”
“What?”
“Um, I kind of shocked him unconscious, along with the perp.”
There was a silent pause, then an outburst of laughter. “Where are you?”
She gave the directions and slid back on her ass until her back leaned against the dumpster. Help was on the way. She fought to stay conscious but she hurt all over, she felt darkness taking her over.
