Donna’s head turned at the sound of the man screaming, his voice fading into the rafters. Her blue eyes scanned the roof’s beams searching for the source of ambush. The thug in front of her already on edge flipped the knife in his hand aiming it straight at Donna. “I ******** knew it!" He yelled stepping forward to swing at her. Donna lifted her arm up gripping his forearm that held the knife as she drove a punch into his side. Not full force, but enough to knock the wind out of him. Donna turned throwing the man away from her.
Noticing the red on the silent assailant she almost growled out. They glared at each other, there was no way she could give up herself, and she was too deep under cover with these people. As long as any of them were conscious that is. Watching as the boy wonder bashed in the goons face Donna quirked a black brow. What the f--k has gotten into him? After a year of no contact he’s definitely changed.
Watching as the other lackey pulled out his gun Donna gasped ready to take him down before he could fire a bullet, but Robin was certainly faster, having already had this planned it would seem. As the goon dropped his gun and Robin fought him down with his bo staff she stood there watching.
The last thug was laying gasping on the ground, without noticing he had stood pulling out his handgun aiming it at Robin. Donna was shaking her head at d**k trying to telepathically tell him to back down. Noticing the gleam of the gun out of the corner of her eye she furrowed her black brows. “What’re you doing? Put that away.” Donna exclaimed, turning to step in front of the gun she lifted her hands.
"You’re with him? I knew you were setting us up. This is over. Got any last words sweetheart?” The man growled, blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth. His hand slightly shaking, the punch he took definitely had done some damage.
“Yeah, I’d like to say ‘F--k you.’” Donna grabbed the barrel of the gun aiming it down before she lifted a knee into the ring leader’s ribs, near the exact spot she had already punched him. You could hear the cracking of his ribs under the blow. Pulling him forward she head butted him before pushing him back grabbing the gun from his grip. The man stumbled back dazed from the pain. Tossing the gun back away from her she walked closer throwing one last punch to the guy’s jaw knocking him out. Taking in a deep breath before she turned her attention to d**k.
The flash of the camera lit up the dim warehouse. Shining a quick light on the ‘treasures’ in the back of the green canvas covered arm truck. The shutter noise echoing through the otherwise empty warehouse. Animal hides, and bones littered in boxes. Donna clenched her jaw fighting back the urge to take them out now. She needed to be patient, waiting for the bigger guy, she needed their trust. In order to stop this operation for good she needed the leader, not his cronies.
“Is this everything?” She asked, her blue eyes narrowing at the man before her. Her camera at her side. His yellow teeth covered in grime flashed a sickening smile. The smell of old tobacco and dark liquor oozed from his every orifice.
“There’s another surprise if you want to see it.” He stepped closer, which Donna countered standing up straight. “I’ll show you, for a price.” His tongue snaking out across his dry lips.
Swallowing hard, jaw clenched Donna furrowed her black brows before she smirked. “I’m sure. There always is with you people. Show it to me and maybe we can strike a deal.” Donna raised her brow waiting for the man’s response.
Stepping closer to her he peered up meeting her face before walking passed her. “Open it.” He nodded to the other people in the room with him. They opened the back of another container. Inside there was a growl, then a roar. Donna tried to keep her face straight as she looked upon the wild animal in the container. Her heart reaching out to the creature these men had captured. The man held out a long sharp blade. His gruff voice pushing out his stench as he spoke so close to her. “Kill it.”
Her eyebrows raised just slightly in surprise. “What?” Her voice didn’t falter in its strength, her fingers clenching her camera tighter.
“You heard me. Kill it. Unless you really don’t want to work for us.” He held out the handle to her.
Her fingers started reaching for the hilt as she just about gripped it she glanced over her shoulder hearing a noise.