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“Freeze. Hands up and put the weapons down before we start firing,” a voice bellowed from outside the vehicle.

“Oh great,” Rico muttered. “The goon squad. Who says ‘freeze’ these days?” His hand tightened on the grip.

“What is wrong with you two,” Bob growled turning into his seat.

“Its not my fault. It’s not my fault,” she yelled at Bob and then looked at Rico with a stunned expression on her face.

“Stay down Ally.” He said and kept his hand on her head. At least at this angle, Ally was out of the firing line from the people outside.

“You have until three to get out of the vehicle,” the voice snapped. “One.”

“I should go out there,” Ally said sliding off his lap.

“No you don’t, you stay here.” Rico told her. “Stay down and let me talk to them. They aren’t playing games and cops don’t normally count down before opening fire. Bob get your butt out that door.”

“Two,” the voice continued the countdown.

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Rico opened the door and dropped the Phaser on the ground outside the door. Then, he stuck one hand in the air outside the car to show he was coming out before slowly putting one leg, then two out and standing up. “Stay down. Until I tell you to come out.”

“Alright, I’m out.”

“I ain’t getting out,” Bob said leaning back in his seat and tilting his hat back on his face.

“What do you mean you aren’t getting out,” Ally’s leaned forward from the back seat. “You can’t just leave Rico out there alone.”

They only paid him to bring the blonde chick here. “The guy with you looks big enough to handle himself. He’s gonna take care of things just fine,” Bob said in a slow lazy drawl like a man trying to get out of work on a hot summers day.

His reaction was more than Ally could stand at the moment.

Guns on the ground.” He said loudly and looked around at who he was facing. “Identify yourselves!”

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Hitting the door release she decided to get out and help Rico. “I’m Lt. Allison Scott and this is my,” she began before realizing just how big her security chief boyfriend was. The way he was standing, his body completely blocked the door to her exiting the vehicle. “This is my,” she started again trying to move around Rico’s body to exit the car. The maneuver made her look anything but graceful as she crawled out between his legs and finally found her feet next to Rico.

“This is my boyfriend Rico. Hello,” she said extending her hand as if the man was offering them a cold drink instead of phaser fire. “Rico say hi,” she said out of the corner of her mouth, “and try to less intimidating.”

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