Leave with Scarlet

You look at Alexandra. You didn’t want to worry about a loose end, and now Scarlet has crafted a diabolical l plan to clip her off without needing your assistance. The pictures you took are worthless, but knowing what happened here tonight will be much better than the obscene picture you have of Scarlet.

“Sorry, Alexandra.” You say.

Alexandra’s eyes widen. “You mother fuckers! You can’t do this to me!”

“Yes, we are,” Scarlet says. “Warren. We really need to get the hell out of here, OK?”

Alexandra throws something at you, but there’s no weight to it. “You fuckers! You mother fuckers! Do you have any idea how much of a fuck up this is!? I’ll kill you if I ever get my hands on you.”

“You’re not touching shit,” Scarlet says, grabbing her bag. “And you’re sure as fuck not touching me.”

“Warren! No! You can’t do this! Come back! Help me!”

“You’re a loose end, Alex. I can’t help you.”

Scarlet gets near the door. “Warren, we’re seriously out of time. Come on, stop talking to her.”

You take a look at Alexandra’s equipment. “Do we need to take any of her stuff, papers or something?”

“No,” Scarlet says. “We…we’ll talk more once we’re out of here. Stop staling!”

You burst out of the house. Behind you now is Alexandra screaming profanities and insults, cursing your names and bloodline as you start hauling ass over tea kettle into the dark winter night…

You huff and heave. Behind you, you can hear people moving to where you were. There is yelling and scattered gunshots, but you aren’t sure whether or not Alexandra is putting up a fight or not.