Colin placed the bag of chips on the floor, placing the box down and propping it up with the stick before opening up the door.
A blonde bimbo strode in, her bare DD breasts boucing with each step.
"OOOH, CHIPS!" she chirped as she grabbed the bag and caused the box to fall on her hand. The blonde bombshell looked up with a grin at the guy with his hands behind his back.
"*giggle* Okay cutie, you like, caught me!" the bimbo chirped right as Colin sprayed her in the face with air freshener and stabbed her in the throat.
As another blonde bimbo ran in, Colin slashed her throat with a diagonal swing. A thrid bimbo, brunette this time, ran in only to be stabbed in the chest. And with two more quick jabs, Colin left the bimbos laying in a pool of their own blood as he ran up the stairs and into Murray's hideaway.
"Good you're here. Hand me the goods." the old Navy officer commanded.
Colin obeyed and tossed the bag of guns to him.
"Now listen closely: I'm fixing some radio equipment in order to send out a distress signal. I need you to go to the top floor of the ship, and from there, preform repairs to the transmission tower. Got it?" the old man asked.
"What? But I-" Colin began.
"No time! Go!" the old man commanded while shoving Colin out the door.
Colin gulped: He'd never fixed anything his whole life, let alone radio equipment! But one thing was for sure: he had to try.