The Remington in Alvin's hands made everyone in the restaurant tense...
Church was in his fifties. He cautiously moved to Alvin's rear flank, then looked at the British agent Galahad, who was still within Alvin's line of fire. He hesitated, but in the end chose to keep his mouth shut...
Shirley walked up to Alvin and looked contemptuously at the enormous shotgun in his hands. She snatched it from him and racked it...
Alvin looked a little annoyed at Shirley, who had a face mask on, and said, "Hey, Shirley...
Frank will be back soon. You can't expect a tough guy like him to go off to war with his fiancée in tow. What would that do to his pride?"
Shirley glared at Alvin. "That bastard left without even telling me..."
Alvin thought back to the battle between the Women's Club and the Men's Club. A conflicted look came over his face. "Frank only shot you once, and you put four magazines into him...
I'd sneak out to lie low too...
When have you ever seen someone announce they're going into hiding?"
Shirley glared at him, shoved him away by jabbing the shotgun's stock into his stomach, and called him a "wimp." Then she turned and fired at the blonde vampire in the corner.
The girl had probably still been clinging to some hope that Shirley's appearance would help her, but the short-tempered Shirley didn't give her a chance to speak. The Remington went off with a bang, spraying hundreds of tiny pellets...
The blonde vampire screamed in desperation. "Natalie, Bosley sent me!"
As the gun went off, the blonde vampire quickly kicked off the floor and darted sideways, dodging most of the pellets...
Several spots of blood burst across the blonde vampire's shoulder. Shirley, her face mask lending her