"You know I don't want to do this." I said calmly. "But if you can't pay your due to the Big Guy, then I gotta." Honestly, I didn't care which way this would go. I passed my gun from my left hand to the right one.
"Please, I can get the money by next week. Just don't kill him." Jim pleaded.
I cocked my S&W .32 and pointed it. "No pay, no play," I shrugged as shot the man's pet snake.
"You're next if we don't get our money." With that, I turned on the heels of my boots and walked out, slamming the apartment door for emphasis.
"Did you get the money?" James, who was waiting outside the warehouse, asked.
"Did it sound like I got the money?" I asked, cocking my head, causing my long hair to fall to the side. (or some other indirect characterization that would imply the protagonist is female)
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