Tupac pulled up to the curb and looked around to makes sure nobody was paying more attention to their car then anybody should have been. He had parked around the corner from the hotel that their suspected target had holed himself up in. Both Keith and Tupac himself did reconnaissance to see if they could figure out just how many people the target had guarding him. 

Keith had it right, the target, a man named Malcolm, was smart indeed by going to lock himself in with the place that was the base of their operations seeing as that would have the most people there on the site to help protect him. Tupac had seen four or five people hanging around outside the building and a crew of people going in and out of the building transporting both drugs and money. It didn't look good and someone who wasn't used to dealing with crowds would probably have no chance here.

To be honest Tupac was a little worried that he was sending Harley into something that she herself couldn't handle. He barely made it out the building against five or so people trying to shoot at him. Harley would be in there against many more than that. Tupac chose to park around the corner so as not to alert any of the men guarding the building to their presence. This would be Harley's mission to handle herself with them there to back her up.

"Alright we're here, the spot is around the corner. When we let you out we're gonna pull up and give you a few minutes to do somehin' about those people in the front of the buildin' outside. Once you take care of them we'll pull up in the parking lot and be waitin' for you to come back out so we can take you outta here. It's gonna be a whole bunch of dudes up there. Gotta be around 20 of em. So be ready for a fight. If it gets too hairy in there come on out, and we'll replan this. Either that or we'll regroup and just straight up rush the place with all of us. Just don't take on more than you can handle or risk your life tryin' to do too much. " Tupac ordered.

She was independent and a lot smarter and stronger than she seemed to let on. She was also a helluva shot and that was one of the biggest reasons why he wanted her to do this job. Keith came up with the plan to use her as a solo act since she'd be able to get close to Malcolm without alerting him. Tupac agreed and definitely was on board for this plan once he knew for sure that she knew how to take care of herself and wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty.

He looked her in the face so he could get a good look at her and look in her eyes to see if he could get any hidden emotion or anything from her face. His face was filled with hesitance and worry. He was concerned for her as he'd really hate for this to go south which was a very real possibility but it was always a possibility in this line of work. It wasn't everyday where he was responsible for someone else or sending someone else into it though.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" He asked hesitantly.

Once they arrived to their destination, the small crew sat there scoping out the place while going over the final details.  Harley was itching to get out of the car, but could hear the slight nerves and concern in Tupac's voice.

"Don't worry Puddin', I love a good mission.  This one's goin' to be easy breezy ya know?"

Harley let out a soft laugh to eas the tension.  She felt confident and excited to get going.  It had been a long while since she felt so alive and full of enthusiasm for anything.  Now she gets to go bash in some brains, and helping Tupac outta his jam all in one fell swoop.  The only problem she forseen was which toy she was gonna use first.  Her precious revolver or bat.

She gave Tupac a reassuring glance before reaching for the door handle.  Once she was outta the car, Harley toted her bat across her shoulders as usual.  She was dressed in the same attire that she wore to the Boxing Gym in Las Vegas, her complete emsemble of black and red, from head to toe.  Harley debated at first before leaving the car whether or not she should lose the jacket, but given she kept her piece in its holster underneath her jacket, she decided best to keep it on.

Harley approached the front entrance to the hotel.  Her swagger was leisure, saucy and unpredictable to what she'd do next.  The smile she flashed to the men standing guard near the entrance totally disarmed them.

"Evenin' boys.  Ima lil lost here.  Know where I can find that hunk by the name of Malcolm?"

Harley twirled round in a slow circle giving the men a full view of her attire.  Once she faced them again, her red lips formed a bigger smile then winked.

"I'm a surprise gift for him."

The one guy to the left stuttered as he spoke.

"Uh...y-y-yeah.  H-he's upstairs."

"Thanks doll.  Think you can escort me so I don't get lost again?"

Harley slipped her arm in his, and told him he was sucha strong giant of a man.  Bet he could protect her and whatnot.  The other men stood in awe and also cursing the man's luck at her attention over choosing them.  He nodded to them telling them to stand guard, he'd be back in no time.  Once they entered the building, Harley made small talk as the went up the stairs.  She insisted on the stairs, so the surprise could remain a surprise until the right time, and using the elevator might tip him off, etc.

The man foolishly went along with it all then they got to the desired floor.  Once she saw the '13', Harley smiled when he reached for the door handle which lead into the hotel floor.  Her slight dancing wiggle in place had the bear of a man chuckling, too.  Her red lips still curved into a smile as she spoke excitedly but quiet enough they weren't heard just yet.  The giant man had paused before opening the door, and turned towards Harley.

"I'm going to have to check you for anything Miss.  Make sure you aren't dangerous."

Harley chuckled then gave a fake pout to his comment saying just what on earth could be dangerous about little ol' her.  Then she chuckled again as she run a hand over his arm with her free hand to distract him.

"Ooh I bet he's goin' to be surprised when he sees me huh.  Hope he likes the surprise because it's goin' to be a blast for me!"

The man entered into the 13th floor of the hotel, spotted another group of men guarding the door to a room halfway down the hall, as well as the couple of men down at the other end of the floor guarding the elevator.  He nodded to them then introduced Harley as a special guest for the boss.  She twirled round for the group of men as they admired her attire and form which was exactly what she was hoping for right then.  

"C'mon doll don't keep a girl waitin'.  Take me to the man why dontcha?  I've got somethin' reallll special to give him tonight."

Harley was led into the hotel room by the man who had been escorting her upstairs.  A small group of rowdy voices could be heard once they came inside the suite, but as soon as she came into view there was a hush over the room until one rough voice spoke.

"Who the hell is that?"

"Hey there boss.  This here little lady is a 'gift' for you."

Malcolm thundered loudly to the man who brought her inside about bringing strange people into their place.

"How do you know she isn't working for anyone?  Can't trust anyone right now."

The man put up a hand then talked reassuringly.

"C'mon Boss.  She's good."

The man beside Harley addressed the man who spoke first, Malcom Greer.  The man she was here to take care of for Tupac.  Her smile and excitement hid the truth to why she was here, and Harley almost couldn't stand still.  She was asked about her bat, but she merely told them it was part of her surprise.

"Hey there Mistah.  I'm here to give ya a very special surprise, but no sharin' with the boys here.  At least not yet."

Harley winked at Malcolm noticing his tension easing up as he relaxed back in his seat now, and his frown fading away as he began to admire her attire and frame.  She took a few steps closer to him then glanced over the other guys nearby.  Malcolm followed her glance seeing her hesitation in moving closer to him.  He scoffed at the guys to head on outside giving him some privacy.  One of the men queried if he should stay, but Malcolm luckily told him with a shake of his head that he should go.

Once they were in the room alone now, Harley smiles and strolls around the area in front of Malcolm's chair very slowly.  He spoke asking a few questions full of curiosity to just whom could have given him sucha a lovely gift.  She paced a few more steps still holding onto her bat, and when he got a full look at her bat and the words engraved on it.  

"Oh this?  I save it for special occasions like tonight.  Oh ain't you a charmin' one.  Ooh if you think this is special, why dontcha check this out?"

The moment Harley retrieved her precious revolver then aimed it directly at him, Malcolm jerked upright in his seat tensed up looking confused. She began swaying the gun side to side then laughed maniacally to the point Malcolm thought she was just playing around.  Harley lowered the gun a bit as she leaned forward some and spoke with a smile.

"Oh I will tell ya who sent me for ya Mistah.  Someone who you really shouldn't be fuckin' with ya know."

Harley raised the revolver back up aiming at Malcolm's head as she kept speaking.

"Tupac sends his regards."

The fear Harley saw in his eyes just then as she held the revolver pointed directly at his head now had her smile growing.  This was the fun part for her, watching as her victim realized his death was imminent.  Of course Harley never had a definite plan of attack, she was more the fly by the seat of her pants kinda girl, and went with the moment. 

"Get down on ya knees ya scum."

Seeing how easily pathetic this man was, giving into whatever she told him to do, when a gun was being waved in his face made Harley realize she could have easily lured him into the bedroom to have a drawn out attack, using her bat to bust his kneecaps and whatnot, and have a bit of fun with her victim.  But in that particular moment the revolver was looking more and more like the chosen weapon she went with.  His pitiful pleading asking for his life had Harley laughing her usual manical laugh as she placed one hand on her hip then tilted her head, never lowering the revolver.  

"Tryin' to make me laugh mistah?  Well you're doin' a fine job of it.  But you mess with my Puddin', and ya get what you deserve.  Be happy I'm takin' it easy on ya, and not havin' a bit of fun first."

Malcolm put his hands up slowly, slightly waving them side to side as he begged, seemingly on the verge of crying.

"Please.  Please don't shoot.  Whatever he's paying you I can double...no triple it.  Please."

Harley brought her hand from her hip back to her other hand, gripping the bottom of the revolver as the laughter grew louder.

"He ain't payin' me doll, not that you're worth much anyways.  Hell I'd pay him to get to shoot ya."

Like a snap of the fingers, Malcolm's face grew red in anger as his voice grew louder hoping to alert his men outside, but once Harley moved the gun closer to his forehead he quieted back down from yelling.  He just kept his angry face as he spewed out hateful words that held little threat to her whatsoever.

"Lady you're not gonna make it outta here alive.  You know that right?  My men will take you out."

"You're scary when you're mad."

Harley gave a fake shiver matching her words then laughed once more before pulling the trigger.  Watching his body fall back to the sofa, collapsing over the coffee table, his arms falling to his sides then the floor, the blood oozing out rapidly from the gunshot wound, dead center on his forehead, Harley sported a huge smile.  She was really having a blast now, and things were about to get more interesting as she heard the door handle being jiggled.  Harley stood there aiming the revolver towards the door then decided to holster her revolver and hide outta view right there around the wall leading into the kitchen of the suite.

The loud and incessant pounding on the door follwed by the voices of Malcolm's men asking if things were okay.  Hearing nothing in return, the door was finally pushed open by force.  Harley was still outta view from the new occupants of the room, so she readied her baseball bat for the first of the five men that entered.  Once they came into view to check on their Boss, the first man kneeled down to check his body for a pulse. The second man stood with his back to Harley, but turned around once the first guy had spotted her.

Before they could unholster their guns, Harley swung her bat up, knocking the second guy upside his chin causing him to tumble over to the floor beside his dead boss.  She twirled and swung her bat around again knocking the first guy who was still kneeling, across his temple making him fall back then turned towards the other three men.  Everything happened within seconds it seemed, causing a bit of confusion and wonderment in the scene before them.  

Harley rushed the trio then dropped to her knees and continued to slide forward as she prepared to swing her bat.  The bat connected with the one on the left's knees making him lose his balance thus dropping his gun as he fell.  The one in the middle was lowering his gun down towards her, so Harley rotated enough to kick her leg, the side of her boot making contact with the man's wrist then manuevering to kick again with speed to connect her heel to his chin.  Once he stumbled back to the floor, Harley turned her focus on the third man left standing.

"Whatcha gonna do now girlie?  Why dontcha put the bat down?"

He had his gun aimed at Harley, but she just laughed loudly then stood up slowly.  He kept the gun pointed at her, but seemed hesitant to shoot.  Harley ignored his suggestion then tilted her head as she spoke.

"Nah.  How 'bout slaps and giggles at ten paces?  See who is left standin'?"

The stunned look on his face at her confidence in fighting was all she needed to act.  That slight distraction gave her the in she was looking for, and swung her body around with agility, kicking the gun from his hand.  He lunged at her then, but Harley ducked before his hand could connect with her chin.  The two tussled for a bit before she reached out grabbing one of the broken wooden legs of the coffee table.  Harley jabbed the table leg into the man's thigh, hearing him scream out in pain before falling to the floor.  She reached for the forgotten gun he dropped then stood up, looked down at him having zero sympathy, turned and headed towards the door.

Harley opened the door slowly not knowing what to expect, but kept the gun she confiscated aimed up in the air.  She paused in the doorway, waiting to listen for anymore unwanted intruders, but so far all she heard was the groaning and whimpers coming from the men inside the suite. She had brought only a few sticks of dynamite tucked away in her jacket in case things got tensely hectic for her departure, but so far things were seemingly going well until she peeked around the door glancing out in the hall.

As soon as Harley peeked around the corner, a left hook appeared outta nowhere causing her to stumble backwards against the wall, leaving the door ajar.  Her arm holding the gun fell to her side as she regained her bearings then came face to face with the asshole of a man attached to that left hook.  The glare she shot him as he looked down at Harley caused him confusion because now she frowned, and acted all hurt.

"Some hero mistah.  Hittin' a lady and all that!  I'm just trynin' to get outta here alive before all these guys kill me in the crossfire, and there ya go hittin' on lil ol' me!  Help me up will ya?"

He began spouting off apologies then reached down to help her up.  Harley brushed at her clothes with her free hand then glanced upwards to his face, keeping him distracted while she raised the gun to his thigh.  Firing one shot, Harley laughed when he fell to the floor clutching his fresh wound.  She put a hand on the door then peeked out slowly then turned back to scrunch down beside the man as he cried out in pain. She stretched to retrieve his gun, lost while he collapsed to the floor, then pointed it at his face, swaying it side to side as she spoke tauntingly.

"What's tha matta?  Got a boo boo?  Now listen up mistah.  How many others are there here?  Go on...tell me before I pump your head fulla lead!"

He struggled to speak through the pain, but managed to say there were some men guarding the elevator, probably five or six.  He had only arrived first because he had caught the elevator up first before the gunshots, but he warned her the others would be there shortly.  Then there were about three or four guarding the main entrance into the hotel, but she already knew about those.  She moved the gun closer to his forehead.

"Please don't....p-please."

"Is that all of 'em?  Don't need any surprises now do I?"'

"The boss only had a small crew keeping watch because he felt safe here."

Harley stood up, but kept the gun targeted on his head as he was still pleading to be believed.  Then she pushed her boot onto his leg watching him scream out then clutched his leg tighter.

"I swear!  Owww...."

"Somehow I believe ya mistah.  Now keep it quiet and I might not come back 'n kill ya."

Harley tucked the gun underneath her arm as she reached inside her jacket, feeling the dynamite was still there.  She glanced down both ways of the hall, spotting no one, so she exited the hotel suite.  Guessing she only had a few minutes before more company arrived, Harley excitedly did a few cartwheels down the hall until she stopped in front of the elevator.  She knew it wouldn't be much longer before the rest came up in the elevator, so she retrieved two of the four sticks of dynamite from the pocket, along with the lighter to get the fuses going then twisted the two fuses together.  Watching the number dial move to the higher floors, Harley clicked the lighter to life then stood there awaiting the elevator to ding.

Nine.  Ten.  Eleven.  Twelve.  Thirteen.  Dingggg!

The elevator doors opened and six faces went from angry to surprised to full of fear within a matter of seconds.

"Hey guys!  Ready to go out with a Bang?!"

Harley laughed maniacally then leaned the dynamite over to the left as she moved the lighter over to the right, watching the fuses light on the sticks, she glanced up towards the elevator and the crowd of scared faces.  She tossed in the dynamite with another laugh right before the doors closed.  Not wanting to hang around for the after effects, Harley raced back down the hall towards the other stairwell, the one she came upstairs to begin with, stopping only by the suite once more to retrieve her precious bat.

Once she made her way to the stairwell, Harley opened the door to head downstairs, but came face to face with the other three men from the front entrance.  The baseball bat at her shoulder, so she propped it across her shoulders, resting both hands on each end of the bat.

"Phew it's 'bout time someone came up here to help.  They've all gone crazy in there."

The guys gave a sideways glance to each other, one slightly confused while the other two looked cautiously disbelieving.  The one in the middle piped up first.

"What happened?"

Harley grinned as she leaned forward slightly.

"Oh a lil of this 'n that.  Wanna see?"

Harley removed the bat from her shoulders as she spoke then swung it towards the guy on the end closest to her.  Knocking his head with the bat had him stumbling into the other two guys making them lose balance long enough for Harley to retrieve her revolver.  Once they fell to the ground, the one in the middle struggled to get back to his knees ready to stand up.  She rested the bat against her shoulder again as she kept the gun aimed on the one in the middle as he stood up. 

Before the third one could get back to his knees and stand up, Harley pushed the heel of her boot against his shoulder, giving a forceful shove. He fell backwards down the stairs, screaming out as he tumbled over and over before coming to a halt on one of the lower levels, hitting the wall just right and breaking his neck in the process.

Harley kept the revolver trained on the guy's head, but he ducked and lunged for her waist grabbing hold knocking her to the wall then the ground, knocking the bat from her grip.  They wrestled a bit before she hit the back of his head with her revolver.  He clutched at the wound area, moaning in pain, so she raised her knee up to meet his chin causing him to stumble backwards.  Harley stood up, aimed the gun at his head then fired.  Leaning down to grab the baseball bat, she glanced over to him with a laugh.

"Knocked yer ass out didn't I bozo?!"

Rushing down the stairwell, making it to the first floor, Harley made her way out to the entrance.  Once outside she spotted the car where Tupac and crew still waited for her, so Harley almost skipped all the way there oblvious of the concerned looks inside the car.  She noticed Daniel waving out the window, urging her to hurry the hell up then heard the shouting matching the frantic waving.  She jumped into the car since the door flew open as she got closer.  Her laughter as she hopped in her seat threw them off a bit, but as she glanced around to all their faces Harley stopped as she gave Daniel a smirk.

"I started to bring you a souveneir gun, but with your aim 'n whatnot Dannyboy I just didn't think you'd do the gun justice."

Harley glanced from Daniel to Frankie then up to Tupac in the driver's seat looking point blank at her in awe and disbelief it seemed.  She shrugged then smiled at him.

"Puddin'  Dontcha know I'm in a league of my own?  I told ya it would be easy breezy didn't I?  Alright let's go why don't we?"

Tupac had been worried while sitting in the car with Daniel and Frank. Jerome was waiting for the phone call with Keith in case they needed back up over here. He knew it would take a little while for the job to be done but he'd already smoked three cigarettes. They waited in the car in silence and with eager anticipation for any sound or sign that things were going wrong.

She had made it inside easily enough. The fools at the front were fooled by the appearance of a pretty female, just like Tupac and Keith expected. Once she was inside though all they could do was hope and pray that things were going smoothly. It took about 10 to 15 minutes to hear the first shots begin to ring out from the building. Others on the street had heard it too. Sure they were high up but nobody around here were using silenced guns.

The ones left around the front were on guard but they waited before going inside for some reason. Tupac was eager to hop out the car and deal with them so they wouldn't make it inside but he was held back by Frank.

"Wait, you'll give yourself away again. If anybody else catches sight of you then you'll just make her job harder." Frank advised.

This was new to Tupac. This waiting game and putting his hopes in other people to get something done for him that he should've been doing himself. Not to mention that gnawing feeling of responsibility for this woman's life, he was placing in jeopardy, that he still had. He forced himself to calm and wait. It wasn't long before he heard a few more shots ring out in the air though not too loudly. People were beginning to stop and look up at the hotel building wondering just what the hell was going on up there.

It wasn't too much longer before a really loud boom was heard. From the windows he could see some fire and he had to wonder to himself if that was what he thought it was.

"Was that an explosion? What the fuck is goin' on up there?" Daniel gave voice to their wonders.

At this point Tupac had hopped out the car but didn't move away from it so he could get a better vision though he couldn't quite see anything else that was going on. He again had to hold himself back from running into the building but kept a very close eye on it from outside still. They waited until they saw the men in front of the building run inside when Tupac began to go inside but he was stopped again by Frank. 

"Pac! Trust her man, she's gonna be alright. Get in and start the car up we gotta get the fuck outta here." Frank urged.

Tupac looked at him and when he did he could hear the sirens in the distance meaning emergency services had been called. If it was indeed the cops that wouldn't be good for anyone. Tupac ran back around to the drivers side and hopped in and started the car.

"She's coming out, look." Daniel said pointing out the window at the oncoming woman who was approaching with a smile on her face.

They stared at her in confusion and awe as she walked happily to the car and got in like nothing was even wrong. Tupac barely registered the words that she said and her suggestion that they should get out of the area. The sirens that he was hearing in the distance were getting closer. He looked again at the hotel and then back at the woman who just did the work.

"Definitely a crazy woman indeed but I knew I picked the right one for this one. Don't even gotta ask if you got the shit done or not. Good work." Tupac praised before putting the car in gear and driving off the scene.

Due to the other people scrambling out of the hotel the cops never paid attention to the black car calmly pulling off into the rest of the panicking traffic.