Lead the charge

Georgia breached the door with a firm kick, the lock breaking under her mighty boot, and the entrance swinging open. Moving aside, Georgia allowed Texas to take the lead, the weasel moving in quickly with her weapon raised and at the ready. Moving through the narrow corridors, the weasel checked her corners and peeked around corners as she moved to the main foyer. She was truly in her element here, and it showed.

Reaching the main lobby of the building, Texas emerged behind the teller’s desk, Georgia behind her as an intimidating backup. Jesse and Jane were not expecting an **** from this direction, and Texas got the drop on them both as she entered the room. “Alright yah varmints, drop the guns and put ‘em up.” The startled pigs grunted in shock as they were caught napping, though weren’t given the chance to do as they were asked before something solid slammed into the back of Texas’ head, knocking the weasel to the ground.

“I was sure she’d use the front door.” Jesse growled, frustration in her voice. “You cheated. You must have flagged her down or something.”

“Quit bein’ a sore loser.” Georgia laughed, the enormous equine looming over the dazed sheriff. “I just know Texas better than you. One of the few perks of working for her.” Realising that she had been double crossed, Texas started to crawl forward, reaching for her gun, which had slid away when she was hit from behind. The weasel’s hand wrapped around the grip of her weapon, only for Texas to scream out as a huge boot slowly pressed down on her fingers, pinning and crushing them under Georgia’s weight.

Lowering into a squat, Georgia looked down at her screaming ex-employer, a sense of self-satisfaction filling the horse as she slowly leaned forward to redistribute more of her weight onto Texas’ hand. “Did ya really think I’d work with ya again, Tex? After how much I hated it the last time. I thought you were smarter than that. Guess I thought wrong.” She started to grind her foot, a wide grin spreading across her face as Texas unsuccessfully tried to pull her hand out from under the crushing boot. “The twins and I had a little bet on which door you’d take. I won, which means I get to be the one that keeps ya. For now though, I need to decide just what I want to start with. So many delicious ways to get you back for firing me. Where shall I begin?”