Chris finished her cigarette just in time for her ride to show up. The unmarked sprinter van parked next to her unlocking the slide door. At that same time, a group of canines had stepped out of one the local clubs through the back door. They noticed the dragon putting out her cigarette and the outfit she was wearing. Chris's ears perked up noticing their presence. She looked at them and counted with a deep sigh. Seven canines. Two Doberman, one Rottweiler, and four chihuahuas of varying sizes. Unfortunately for them they locked eyes with the dragon. For Chris, that was her cue to leave.
She reached down and grabbed her suitcase but not even a second before standing up again, one of the chihuahuas in the group whistled, "Look at those legs!" Christa ignored them, got up and turned their back at them, "Where you going baby?" A Different chihuahua shouted.
She rolled her eyes and made her way to the van waiting on her, "Oh come on! Don't walk away from me!" The same chihuahua shouted again in a higher pitch.
Chris stopped and turned toward them, "If I wanted to deal with a Neanderthal like you, I’d be in the Smithsonian right now," She replied keeping her calm, then turning back toward the van.
"Que!?" He looked more confused than offended, "Oye mami, don't leave me like that in front of the boys."
"Chinga tu madre," Christa replied in perfect spanish as she walked away followed by laughing in the distance. Now the one chihuahua was not only offended by her but his friends were also picking at him. Inside the van, Christa's men were on stand by, waiting her command for them to come out and continue their work cleaning up the neighborhood. "Mine," Christa calmly said to through her earpiece.
"Get this dumb slut," He growled, "She’s probably weak anyway!" The chihuahua jumped over the railing of the stairs along with the rest of the canines, "We can finish her up once Tyrone is done with her, if he don’t kill her that is!”
Christa raised her suitcase in front of her and opened it just enough to reach inside. Her ears perked up again feeling the footsteps of the canines getting closer as she waited for them to get closer.
"Looks like the only thing you got going for you is your ass," The rottweiler cracked his knuckles licking his chops.
Christa moved a few steps forward finally finding what she was looking for in her case, "Yeah that’s right. Try to leave! Knew you were a dumb bitch anyway!" The chihuahua started walking faster before turning into a run.
The dragon calmly took a deep breath. Her ears lowered in anticipation, and her hand gripped her handgun flicking off the safety. Time felt like it had slowed down around her. She turned around letting out a loud, deep roar as she pulled out her handgun out of her suitcase and started blasting away.
