WHO: Mac, Cutter, NPC guard WHEN: April 24th, 2019, mid-afternoon. WHERE: Grand Central, second floor study room WHAT: Mac gets into it with another guard, Cutter intervenes RATING: PG-13 for language and fighting STATUS: In progress.
Mac was had been assigned to do rounds on the second floor. She had never really understood what they meant by "rounds" because all she did was basically walk around looking at people and reporting back what she saw or didn't see. No action, no heavy lifting, basically chump work. There were times it ticked her off. She was once the face of a big time gang, calling shots as well as taking them. Even after she got out of that life she was still in charge of her own life, practically running the bar she bartended at. It helped that the owner was a former Tres 60 and he gave her free reign of the place, but still, she had power. She had control. Now she was just another worker bee and got pretty annoying.
Mac walked by the study rooms, looking in to see if anyone was doing anything in them, good or bad. "Hello sweetness," another guard greeted her as he walked out of the rooms. He had also been assigned that floor. The bosses had slowly been doubling their security after a case of missing people from what sounded like nearly all the safehouses. But this particular guard was a former college football player, big and built but dumb as a freakin brick. Mac rolled her eyes and kept walking, intending to just ignore him and keep going about her mundane job, but then the guy grabbed her roughly by the arm and pulled her back to him.
"Hey, I said 'hello'. Are you deaf or something? Shit, and here I thought women were the politer sex," he barked, his hand beginning to cut into her arm. Mac glared at the would-be strong man. It wasn't technically a fight if he started it first and she just wiped the floor with him, was it? Oh well, even if she did get in trouble for this, Mac would feel a heck of a lot better for it in the end. Without a word, Mac pulled back and swung hard, landing a hard left hook to the quarterback's jaw. The impact threw him off guard and his hand let go of Mac's other arm as he regained his balance and placed a hand on his face, shock clearly in his eyes. Mac just smiled a smart-ass smile back at him. "You bitch!" he shouted, sounding like the pansy Mac saw him as. She smiled even wider, waiting for him to swing back.
When he did, Mac rolled to the side, caught his arm and slammed her elbow into his, hearing a small satisfying crack along with his screech of pain. But the stupid man took this as a sign to keep fighting Mac instead of giving up. He swung with his good arm and landed a clean hit across her face, stunning Mac just long enough for her to not see his next hit coming.