Unexpected interruption.

You all freeze as a bored sigh resonates throughout the alley. You turn to see the woman, neck still at the mercy of the mafioso's knife, staring at the sky with indifference.

"Not like I expected you to do much anyway," She mutters in a thick French accent.

The man with the knife presses it harder against her throat. "You say something, sweetheart?"

As an answer, 'sweetheart' grabs the man's arm, twisting it in ways that an arm should not be twisted, causing him to drop the knife. The man yells out in agony before lunging at her in a blind rage. She sidesteps him easily, however, grabbing one of his arms and using it as well as his momentum to vault him over her shoulder, making him hit the concrete with a violent thud. She picks up the knife and quickly dashes towards the other man who still has his arm around you. Seeing her approach fast, he panics, scurrying to take aim with his gun. But, moving so quickly that one could call it unreasonably fast, she closes the gap between them, before delivering one of the meanest punches you've ever seen, directly into his jaw. The man staggers backward a few times before falling, knocked out cold, his gun discharging into the air a few times as he does so. The alley now silent, you stare at the girl jaw wide open who ignores you, instead, beginning to fish inside the men's pockets

"H-how did you do that."

"Do you what?" she asks nonchalantly.

You point at the men folded on the floor like omelets. "That."

"Oh that," she seems to have found what she was looking for as she pulls a couple hefty looking envelope from one of the men's pockets. "simple, I punched him really hard."

And with that, she turns, handing you the envelope as she passes by, before beginning to walk out of the alley as if nothing happened.

You yell out to her. "Wait, wait, wait. What the hell am I supposed to do with this?!"

"Just hold on to it for me, Don's men have been chasing me down for that specific envelope, plus the police must have heard those shots and I do not want to become acquainted with them. I can't risk them finding it, so I'll ask you a favor. Meet me here again in a week with the envelope, I'll make sure you're well-compensated," She walks a few more steps before stopping again. "oh, and whatever you do, don't open it, don't lose it, and don't bring it to the cops. Or it's not only gonna be my ass but your ass as well." And with that she leaves, leaving you dumbfounded with two knocked-out mafiosos at your feet.