Film Noir: Enter the Shadow

[labcoatgirl]

Betty Ross walked a determined pace along the sidewalk, holding her notes and purse snugly under her arm. The weather looked about to turn inclement so she wanted to get home as soon as possible. There was an uneasy feeling carried on the wind, a typical California phenomenon called a Santa Ana. Betty was a little more uneasy as she walked, distracted by her thoughts of work.

She was so distracted in fact, that when she saw an opportunity to hail a cab, she ran right into a man exiting one of the many clubs on the strip. Her papers all went to the sidewalk. "Oh no!" Betty scrambled on her knees to try and collect them before the wind could take them too far to catch.

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[labcoatgirl]

The boss crumples to the floor next to his thug. Betty scrambles to get the other gun, knowing the shots had made quite a lot of noise. They wouldn't be alone for long. She quickly hurries to Lamont's side, "You're hurt, here..." Betty quickly pulls off her neck scarf to push into the wound. Helping him was a priority but really they needed to get out of here before they were discovered. "How bad is it?"

[sable_cloak]

"It's not bad. Thank you." He takes the scarf gratefully, tying it up around the arm. He takes her second gun, wincing, but holding it with his wounded arm as he gets up.

"I'm much better off than they are." He nods with a wane smile at the thug and the boss who lay on the floor. "We need to move." He is well aware of the urgency, thugs down below would be expecting shots, but might still come to see a grisly scene, or to help with the cleanup. Transitioning the weapon to his good arm, he leads the way for the door.

[labcoatgirl]

"That was a foolhardy chance you took," Betty says, but she really doesn't mean it. She's just all worried that he's shot worse than he's telling. She stays at his wounded arm in case he needs help getting out the door. Her own gun in hand, one that she's prepared to use too. Her dad was an army general, she definitely knew her way around handguns.

It was still a moonlit night outside the door but the guards were coming back towards the Captain's cabin. Betty ducked down slightly, not sure which way to run. The moment they got up the stairs, they would be seen.