Everyone froze when Cailin fired the gun straight up into the air. Briefly, she thanked her lucky stars that the old gas station was in the middle of a desert with no bimbos in sight. Leveling the weapon at the two in front of her, she shouted. “Enough! Mei, what the hell is wrong with you!? Let him go, now!”
“What!?” Mei gasped, genuinely surprised. “But-”
“Let. Him. Go!”
Mei’s eyes hardened for a moment, but she slowly released her hold. The man rolled away from his attacker and stood up, spitting on the ground in disgust. “Shoulda popped your asses when I had the chance. Crazy bimbo b*tches…” He kept muttering angrily under his breath but made no sudden moves.
Meanwhile, Cailin had wisely stepped back while keeping the gun ready in case anyone felt reckless.
“That’s better,” Cailin growled, glaring at the buxom martial artist. “Now, I’ll admit, this man scares me to pieces, but he agreed to help us when he didn’t have to. Sure, he didn’t roll out the red carpet, but he trusted me enough to give me this gun to guard the van. Considering what we’ve all been through, that’s a big thing. And now, just because he orders us around a couple times in four hours, you’re ready to just kill him and take his van? He’s not the thug here, Mei. You are!”
“She’s right, Mei,” Mona spoke up. “We’ve been friends for years, and this isn’t like you. What happened?”
Like a deflating balloon, Mei’s shoulders slumped, and she stared at her feet in shame.
“There’s something you’re not telling me,” Mona continued, climbing out of the van and facing the Asian girl directly. “Mei, what’ve you done?”
Mei shot a murderous glance towards Cailin. “Fine, you win.” Turning to Mona, she began. “I’m sorry, Mona. I’ve been lying to you. I’m still your friend, but I’m also…”