Osric smirked at Jenni, who still leaned against the van as if she hadn't noticed all her henchmen were now groaning on the ground.
"Hand over the money, Jenni. We can still finish this."
Jenni sighed and opened the front door of the van. “I think you'll find that my buyer came down with a slight case of death.” The vehicle roared to life. “Keep your trinket, it’s not worth my time. Thanks for the show, boys.” She sped off, leaving her bloodied associates behind.
“That did not go how I’d planned.” Osric let out a long sigh.
Jim thought he'd be more shaken up about nearly tearing a man's arm off, but he felt strangely calm. The moment those men went for Osric, everything just clicked into place: protect Osric at all costs.
They'd driven back to the motel grinning like madmen. As soon a
