interrupted first by a semi-familiar face

the group went to leave, but a figure waited for them at the end of the dock. The man stormed at them, fire in his eyes and long blonde hair down to his middle back. He was on the slim side, but it was wiry with muscle that was kept compact rather than bulging.

“Oh fuck,” Jack laughed, pointing at the man and slapping his knee.
“It’s not funny, fucktard!” the man snarled. “I’m gonna skewer that bitch on a strapon and hang her by her tits from a telephone pole!”

Thundara’s eyes went from the newcomer to Jack. “You know this punk, bro? Sis… whatever.”
“We all do, somehow,” Jaqueline smirked. “Gents, say hello to the new Becky Luv.”
“Shut UP!” Becky shrieked at him, her frame tensing with muscle.
“How in the blue hell, Jacko…” the cowgirl said warningly.
“My guess is Becky doll here gave chase when we busted loose. With the alarms goin’ off, don’t expect those fancy guns to notice one unfriendly face from another and opened up on her too.”

“You shut your stupid gob or I’ll…”
“Relax, Beck, relax,” Jack assures her. “We’re working…” Becky slugged him across the jaw, dropping Jaqueline to the floor. The others rose in readiness but Jack made a motion to wait. Becky fumed before them, and Jaqueline looked at her as she rubbed her jaw.

“Feel better?”
“Yea….” Becky huffed.
“Ready to listen to me?”
“Yea….” Becky said, almost grudging that she had calmed down.