I swear, if you die--!

"GO!" Shane exclaimed again. Much to his relief, Jesseye didn't argue or cry--she ran. Far away, he hoped. Maybe if he took care of this one guard and she kept to the shadows...

"Come--" He heard the first guard huff and puff as he round the corner. "Back. I-i mean," the officer stopped to suck in a few breaths of precious air. "Slow--" Shane almost pitied the overweight, middle aged man. His plump cheeks were tomato red after chasing them, what--a mile, *maybe* two? "Now you listen right here son--" he doubled over and shook his head before trying to speak again, "Just come peaceably, k?"

Shane sneered at the officer. "Not a chance." He raised his pistol in the air but another guard snatched it from his hand and out of his reach... so they thought. Shane spun on his heel and hooked his right fist. The man stumbled backward. Mercy was no longer in his thoughts. Shane took the opportunity to steal back his gun, aim for the guard's skull, and shoot to kill. He dropped like a fly. The few remaining officers stood with mouths gaped. Shane shot again but missed. The second try hit one, but not the last. More and more security flooded into the space. Where the heck were these old men coming from? A couple more bullets hit their target then his gun came up empty. "No!" He cursed at the inanimate object. Like an animal the ex-gangster attacked the last remaining guard.

"Hey get ba--" before the officer could finish his sentence, a fist rammed into his jaw. Oh the sweet sound of bone shattering. Over and over Shane hit the poor guard until blood coated his fists. When Shane looked up, he felt a gun to his head. Ohhh no. There was no end to this museum's security. Gulping, his hands slowly raised to the sky. He was a fool to loose his cool.

"Daddy's not happy that you ran away, lil bro." The larger man hissed. Shane gripped his hands into fists once more. This wasn't another guard.

"Tell him I said go to Hell." Shane spat. The *nerve* of his brother, to show his face after everything he'd done! The older man shoved Shane back against a wall with his thick, muscly forearm and rifle.

"Say that again and I'll blow your brains." He threatened. Shane grit his teeth. He didn't doubt it. This was the chance Jacob had been waiting years for. Ever since Micah decided it was time to train him up, Jacob has been grievously jealous. "Give me your bag." Shane reluctantly, robotically complied to the threat of the gun and handed the backpack full of assorted valuables to his brother.

If looks could kill. Shane glared such hatred into his brother's eyes. "What are you gonna do, Jacob?" He seethed, balling his hands into his fists. The things this bastard had done to him: beat him, curse him, sabotage his missions time and time and again. "You gonna kill me? Make dad proud?" He asked through a clenched teeth. He was contemplating sacrificing his life if he could bring this whore of a man down with him.

Jesseye answered for him, "He's going to drop the gun," she growled into Jacob's ear, holding a dagger to the man's throat.

Shane smiled under his mask. "That's my girl."

She waited till Jacob dropped the weapon, "Give him the bag," she ordered sternly. Her blade pressed against his neck and drew blood. She jerked her head for Shane to get a safe distance then threatened his life,"If you dare to come after us again, I promise you won't make it out alive," she snarled into his ear. "You make one move," Shane watched her threaten slowly, as if she was giving Jacob time to think over his predicament, "And I'll let little brother loose. You hear me?"

"Sure," Jacob scoffed. With a curt nod, Jesseye released him and jumped back in such a quick, agile motion that Shane nearly forgot himself and cat called her. She moved like a wild cat dodging a rattle snake strike. Oh it was almost torture to watch her bend down and pick up Jacob's rifle. Pointing the gun at its owner, the Criminal Couple backed to the door. Shane naturally opened it for them.

But, as soon as Jesseye turned her back to leave, Jocab fired his concealed pistol. Shane yelled in agony. He fell to his knees, clutching his side.

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Jesseye's eyes flashed with something dangerous. She threw her dagger at his leg. He cried out in pain, "No one touches my boyfriend!" She insisted furiously. Jacob laughed a sick kind of devilish laugh. "WHAT DID I SAY, YOU WORTHLESS CRIMINAL?!" She roared, closing the distance between them. Jesseye stomped then ground her heel into his hand until he released his gun. With a twist of her knife inside his muscle, she yanked it out of his leg.

Jacob spat blood in her face. "Better go save your boyfriend, Jesseye."

"I've got a little trouble to deal with first." She snarled into his ear, slicing easily through the muscle of his shoulder. Shane groaned from near the door. Her eyes finally returned to him. The fool was trying to peal his dark colored shirt from his abdomen, but the blood made it too heavy and sticky.

Jesseye ran over and helped him pull it over his head, promptly tying it around his side. She pulled it taught. Oh the pain he must be in.

Jacob clenched his hand over his calf, laughing ruefully. "Looks like we're all going down, huh Shaney?"

Jesseye helped her lover stand on unsteady feet, shouldered the burden of their stolen items, hurried Shane out of the building to the van. Tears streaked down both of their cheeks, "Please, please be okay," She cried, pulling the doors open.

Shane fell into his bed, "Jess." He hoarsely called. Jesseye's concerned eyes met his pained ones, "Left storage bin." He tried to order.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His eyes shut. Hers lit up with realization. "Hit it, Jazzebella!" She gathered gauze, medicinal grade alcohol for sterilization, and wet pads, among other supples.

Jazzebella cranked it into drive.

"NO! Jazz don't go yet!" He yelled harshly as Jesseye pressed a large wet pad over his bleeding abdomen. He grasped her wrist. "Jess, you have ta clean my blood or we'll get caught!"

"I-i, what?"

"I can wrap myself! They'll find us!"

Jesseye gulped but there was no time to loose. He was right. If she didn't go back, then it'd be over for All of them.

"HURRY!" Jazza's voice shouted from the front.

Grabbing cleaner along with the gun, Jesseye jumped back out of the van, "I swear, if you die--!"

"Just GO!" Hardly holding onto her composure, Jesseye ran back to the building.