Toli had been closest on the heels of what promised to be an amazing catch - the man had eluded police and bounty hunters and private detectives in over seven states, and the bounty on his head was a cool 1.2 million dollars. After her share of that prize, she could take a little vacation, maybe go hunting somewhere ... exotic.
Of course, it had all gone to hell; she'd been mere seconds from the door when she was pulled off to the side by a man who said - in the most patronising manner, mind you - 'SWAT, ma'am,' and then proceeded in to grab her hunt, right from underneath her. For someone who thrived on the final kill, the blow to her moxying ways stung.
She'd hung back behind the police line while they rounded up all the men they were after, hauling them away. Locked in the back of one of the trucks ... her guy. And she wanted him back.
"Fuck yourself," she said back as way of greeting. "I want my fair split of Two-Bit James."