Don't Waste Time, Charge On!

There was no time to lose. Every second Texas wasted was a second that Georgia had to rally her gang. She needed to hit them now and hit them fast, before they could group up and hunt her down.

Sprinting through the destroyed luggage room, Texas shoulder charged her way through the opposite door, crossing over the small bridge between cars, then crashed into the next room. The first thing Texas noticed was the large steel safe bolted to the ground in the centre of the room, surrounded by mailbags and safecracking tools. The second thing she noticed was the meaty arm that swung into her view. The third thing she noticed were the stars she saw when that same arm smashed into her face, and the weasel’s own momentum pulled her off her feet. Texas hit the wooden floor on her back, and when her vision cleared, she found herself staring up at two identical pigs, both wearing bandanas over their mouths, one blue, one red.

“Wow, Tex! You make more noise than us on chilli night!” The one in the red bandana said.

“Good thing we stuck around to grab our tools. Now we get you all to ourselves…” The blue bandana continued, both of them snickering.

“Jesse and Jane…” Texas groaned, not particularly thrilled to encounter two of the smellier members of her rogue’s gallery. Above her, the pigs grinned under their bandanas.

“Hear that, Jess?” The one in the red bandana said. “She remembers us!”

“Yeah.” The other one said. “I wonder if she remembers this!” The bottom of the pig’s boot suddenly came into view, caked with grime, and rushed down, trying to stomp the weasel’s head flat. Luckily, Texas still had some of her wits about her, and deftly rolled out of the way, the foot crashing down and splintering the wood beneath it. Jesse winced from the stomp onto hard wood, looking unsteady for a moment, but recovered quickly. As did Tex, for the weasel hopped to her feet and stepped back, only to notice that her gun had slipped from her grasp when she took the hit. With a sigh, she raised her fists and took up a boxing stance.

“Ah definitely remember how slow you two varmints are.”

In front of her, the identical pigs looked at each other and grinned, then cracked their knuckles and began to advance.

“We’ll try not to enjoy this too much, Tex.”