Ginny wore overalls printed with a cartoon devil's face. She puffed out her cheeks as she crouched by the side of the road.
Beside her, Morgan was dressed in a dinosaur onesie, tugging on Captain's tail and waddling around with her little bottom swaying...
Ginny giggled and pulled the little girl over to her. After making a threatening face at her, she said, "We're on a mission. You're not allowed to wander off."
Morgan made an angry "huff, huff" sound and stammered, "Nick, bad guy, hit him..."
Ginny grinned and squished Morgan's chubby cheeks into a funny shape with both hands. "There's nothing fun in that bar. The girls inside don't like wearing clothes.
"We'll wait here. When those bad guys come out, we'll teach them a lesson."
As she spoke, Ginny glanced at the rope on the ground and giggled. "Daddy's coming back soon. Nick said he's going to wipe out the worst bad guys in Las Vegas before he leaves.
"We have to help him!"
Morgan probably hadn't understood a word. The little girl was just happy to be getting attention, and she wrapped her arms around Ginny's neck, smearing her face with slobber...
Captain breathed a sigh of relief and quietly retreated into the shadows by the roadside, hoping for a few peaceful minutes.
Just then, the clang of a metal door and the sound of hurried footsteps came from a nearby alley. At the same time, the doors of the nondescript nightclub across the street flew open, and a crowd of elegantly dressed men and women rushed out in a panic.
Ginny craned her neck to see who could be making such terrifying screams. While she wasn't looking, Morgan stuck out her bottom and picked up the rope.
The other end was tied to a fire