Her on the left is the professional, hoping to use the small fry to get the big score. Him on the right is the guy with a pair of Desert Eagles (Which should tell you all you need to know about him), glad he brought someone in. Middle man, is ashamed he got brought in by Mr Deagle, he'd been trying to meet her to hand over some info in exchange for an quick glance in the other direction while he gets away.
Her: "Compensating for something, cueball? Why don't you just leave this to the professionals? You draw far to much attention to yourself"
Him: "Hey, why don't you take it up with the power of my .50 Action Express! I got this bounty fair and square babe."
Her: "Well I need him. He has information I want. And don't call me babe!"
Prisoner: "Just make up your damn minds or shoot me."
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Her: "Compensating for something, cueball? Why don't you just leave this to the professionals? You draw far to much attention to yourself"
Him: "Hey, why don't you take it up with the power of my .50 Action Express! I got this bounty fair and square babe."
Her: "Well I need him. He has information I want. And don't call me babe!"
Prisoner: "Just make up your damn minds or shoot me."
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--m(^0^)m-- Wot, no sig?