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This didn't have to be her problem. Jessica had her coffee, thank god for online ordering, she could go, someone else could handle it for once. She could walk out that door right now, this didn't have to be her morning, not after the night she had. Jessica refused it. And then a bullet went through her cup. She looked down at the coffee spatter wasted at her feet, then rolled her eyes to the ceiling. Is this for fucking real? She pressed her lips together and fixed her narrowed stare on the nearest goon with a gun. Right. Before he could take another shot, his wrist was snapped, his gun disassembled, and his head through a table. As more of them swarmed in, Jessica hit another goon in the neck with the hollow metal body and leg swept the next, succeeded by a knock-out blow to the chest, before dodging a heavy-fisted swing from another. Jessica crunched her elbow into his lower back, then shot up and head-butted the other in the jaw. At least the bystanders had the sense to duck and crawl toward an escape exit.
She saw Mr. Bigshot at the counter and headed toward him. If anyone deserved to have their morning ruined, it was definitely this guy, the fucking nerve. She picked up a round cafe table. "Hey, asshole." The wooden body split in half as it connected with the side of his face, and the impact threw him into the wall. "Order online next time." Save us all the fucking drama. Then again, maybe not. People like him weren't so considerate. Jessica dropped the leg pieces of the table that had splintered off and rolled her shoulders back, it was too early for this shit. She muttered as much, turning her head at the woman he'd had pinned on the counter, doing what--worming her way out? Jessica didn't know what that was, she didn't really care. Mr. Bigshot could get up at any moment. Jessica raised a brow. "You alright?"