A sexy, filthy mouthed, looter

Scrambling to your feet, Hina unsheathes her machete and drops into a fighting stance. You glance sideways at her before readying yourself with the baton but leaving it collapsed for now. She's got a good form. Huh, didn't expected someone so shy to know how to fight... Especially with a weapon. You lower your frame and creep towards the open doors of the shop.

Inside is rows of shelves containing an assortment of foods of canned and bagged as well as refrigerated drinks at the very back. The whole shop was mostly untouched, save for the few cans that littered the floor down one of the isles. Crouched down was a black woman searching the lowest shelves, scattering unwanted items onto the floor.

Frizzy blonde curls of hair cover her head as it sways with every slight movement of her arms. "Where da fuck is it!" She curses in a Scottish accent whilst lobbing another can into the shelving unit behind her. Her heart-shaped ass teases you as she subtly shifts her hips while searching, on full display in front of you is a pair of black short shorts that you dare not defy your eyes to feast on. "Piece of trash! I need some chicken soup, C'mon help a woman out will ya!"

You tense up. Shit! She noticed us. She continues her search in the bottom shelving. Maybe not... You relax and stand up straighter. "Hey!" You call out to her. She jumps up but bashes her head on the shelf above her.

"Fucking, fuck, cock!" She curses more while nursing the back of her head the a hand. Sitting back you take in the rest of her body. Her slim body is half hidden behind a small tactical vest that sits on top of a white sports bra covering her upper body; specifically her full looking, C cup sized tits that rival Heather's. Her amber eyes dart between the two of you, eyeing you both faster than you did her. "Who da fuck are you and whaddya want?" Well she's friendly. You inwardly sigh.

"I'm Michael and this is Hina. We just came to look for some stuff that we need, we're not trying to start a fight with you." You say with your hands outstretched in an attempt to pacify her aggressiveness. She stands and only then do you notice the pistol in her hand. It's not being aimed but it's certainly not just for show.

"Good thing ya not looking for a fight, cause ya'd lose you pipsqueak." She looks slower over the both of you again, this time taking her time gazing at Hina's body. "Well go on then, scram!"

"Y-you're Brooke." Hina says loudly with a slight quiver under the woman's gaze.

"Aye. That I am. What's it to you lass?" Her eyes narrow. You look at Hina, confused as well. She looks flustered put pulls her shirt up a little showing the vest underneath.

"Brooke. Brooke Henderson?" You ask and she gives a single nod.

"I don't give a wee shit that ye know my name." She aims her gun at you. "Get lost now or I'll put a new whole in ya face!"

"Wait!" You plead desperately but remain still with your arms still outstretched. "Your dad is Taylor Henderson. Three years ago he got new protection for his department from a friendly donation. My dad, Rick Knight gave him that equipment." She contemplates what you said, her face softening.

"Well why didn't ya say so. Here I am bout to blow ya head off over nutting." She holsters the gun. "Ya got me right, name's Brooke Henderson, nice to meet ya!"