Trixie.

Without really thinking you answer, “Trixie.” Then simply stand there for a couple of awkward moments of silence between the two of you as she obviously was expecting more of an explanation than that. The door blowing open downstairs kicks both of you in motion. Pointing to the bodies on the floor she catches your meaning and scoops up their guns and anything else of value she can find while you vault over the broken railing and down to catch the guards coming in by surprise. Your plan works to a point. The first in the door doesn't even see what hits him as you unleash both barrels of your shotgun sending him flying back, and clearing the doorway for your exit. She follows a bit more cautious as the space you were just in fills with lead from the three remaining guards. Pressing your back to the wall beside the door frame you are thankful that the frame is strong enough to stop their fire. But due to the sounds it is making and the flying splinters, you know that won't be the case for long. Quickly you reload and aim out at an angle and let both barrels fly into the open space, causing a cloud of debris to make one of the guards outside jump away from the metal box he was behind and giving you just enough time to make your exit, pulling your pistol as you do, and sprint to the right where you just fired. Two bursts rip from your pistol as you race to the box and you are pretty sure he is taken care of. The walls and box all around you once again erupt with gunfire, but you are pretty sure they are now in full panic as their shots are now no longer as controlled, so you are able to simply wait till they exhaust their clips and with a quick flanking move, and another stream of two bursts, and another goon's game is over. The last is either out of ammo, or simply sick of missing for as you dispatch the third, he runs at you, massive knife in hand, and attacks. Pulling your belly back and almost leaving your feet for an instant allows you to dodge the first ****, followed by a series of flips and twists like some well choreographed ballet is all an onlooker would see as you deftly evade every attack, till he overextends himself and with a flick of your hand, your razors extend for just the briefest second, but that is enough to end his stay here.

Looking back to the door, you see Devil Girl peaking out of the doorway, still clutching the guns from the men inside. “Pick up anything you think will sell, and let's get the fuck out of here.” You call to her and scoop up a few loose weapons and wallets as you make your way to the door you came in.

“I am right behind you.” She says with a mix of fear and disbelief of what she just witnessed. Soon the two of you are running down the street till you get to your car. The two of you pile everything in the trunk for you to sort out later, and moments later you speed off into the night to return your cargo to, “The Pit.”