BANG!

The shot never came. Ava saw the front of a black limo slam into her would-be assassin, sending him flying out of view. She then saw Dean running down the alley after the gunman. With her strength finally returning, Ava quickly pulled up her pants and shoved her breasts into her lace bra. As soon as she was covered up, Andre and his other bodyguard walked out of the limo.

"Miss Hope! We were wondering where you went," called out Andre with a smile on his face. Suddenly the sound of a man grunting and groaning errupted in the alley as Dean started beating the shit of the now injured hitman. "Yikes. Well, at least you caught one alive. Now let me and Charles get you out of that trash and into a shower." Both men lifted Ava out of the trash bags and guided her into the limo. Dana was inside with a towel and a bottle of water.

As Dana offered a towel and a drink, Ava saw Dean carry the henchman and throw him in the trunk. She wiped the sweat from her face and took a large swig from the water bottle.

"Phew! No offense Ava, but you smell like shit. But don't think I'm not impressed," lauded Andre as he poured a drink for himself. The limo began to move as they drove off back to the hotel.