Steelheads

It was the last delivery of the day. The address was one of the many rundown old neighborhoods that covered much of the northern sectors of Seattle. Pre-pulse homes lined the streets, some well maintained others not so much.

Max glanced down at the clipboard looking for a name as she knocked loudly on the door.

“Jam Pony delivery!” she called out hearing someone approach the door.

It opened and Max was greeted by a warm smile from a middle aged man.

“Mister...” Max glanced down again at her clipboard, “Smitt?”

He nodded yes, it was then she heard the creek of heavy foot steps behind her.

It was stupid, she should have never had been caught so off guard but it happened so fast. Before Max knew it she was pushed into the house nearly tripping over Mr. Smitt.

Smitt protested, being just as confused as Max as three men barged into his home.

“Shit,” Max swore under her breathe as she finally got a look at her attackers.

Steelheads. The same three from this morning. The large brute that she had let fuck her and his two lackeys. Why had she been so stupid to assume Dan wouldn't have sold her out.

“Get the hell out of my house!” Smitt yelled but was quickly shut up when one of the Steelheads clocked him across the jaw.

Max winced as he fell hard to the ground then turned to the three of them.

“You boys wanna get your ass kicked again?” she taunted.

The big one licked his lips. “You're gonna finish what you started you bitch. Thanks to your little boyfriend we've been following you for hours.”

Dammit, Max thought. She had hoped Dan would be too much of a bloody mess to talk.

Overconfident as ever the big one, the so called Boss went to grab Max. She easily pushed him off nearly tossing him across the room causing him to crash roughly against the far wall.

“Bitch!” he cried as for the second time that day he had been rag dolled by a girl one third his size. The two others jumped on her and both found themselves on their asses.

“That it?” Max smiled. This was too easy.

The boss grabbed her from behind but Max easily slipped from his grip. She was about to break his jaw when she heard one his lackeys yell out.

Max looked over to see one of the Steelheads holding a blade to the throat of the **** Mr. Smitt.

“Keep fighting and he gets it.”

Max stopped and glared at the three men. They had her, she knew and they knew it.

Max raised her hands up in defeat. “Fine,” she said, “You win.”

The three Steelheads smiled.