On the authority of Redhook

“Look.” You say feigning annoyance. “I’m not orderin’ you to do shit. Orders come from the boss, Redhook to be specific. Needs everyone back to headquarters stat, something big planned. Before you ask, no. I don’t know what it entails.”

The two ruffians exchange a mutual glance. The tattooed one drops the girl who scrambles back against a wall, still afraid.

“We don’t work under Redhook and I’m guessin’ you probably don’t either.” He pulls a dagger and rests the wide end on an open palm. “So, maybe instead of bluffing us, you can fuck off where you came from.”

“Not a chance. Leave the girl alone you wretch.”

The scarred man changes his demeanor a bit as he paces in front of you.

“Tell you what girl. I’m a man of peace. You know, lover not a fighter type bullshit. So, let’s cut a deal. You let me fuck that fat ass of yours, and I’ll let this little bitch go. Course, you can always just walk away and leave us to it.”

My… what!? Why the fuck are these types always so gods damned horny.

“Well? What it gonna be girly?”