Without warning, the screech of tires could be heard outside just moments before bright headlights shined through the dirty windows. The beat of a cowbell started the show off and just as the guitar screamed, glass shattered on the other side of the room. Everyone who was still able tried to shoot the woman standing there silhouetted in light, but each and every one of their guns jammed or blew up in their faces.
Dressed in her black catsuit with that worn out X belt buckle, Domino raised twin pistols at the Red Hood and grinned wide enough that the black dot on her face scrunched up. The smart gangsters and bounty hunters went running, but there were a couple that thought to take a cheap shot at her. One of which was the woman with a broken wrist, who tried to take a swipe at Domino with a knife in her other hand. From the car parked outside, Mountain sang about a woman who taught him everything. The song lulled and Domino kicked the lady bounty hunter so hard in the face it was KO at first sight.
The other bounty hunters kind of learned their lesson after that and started to scatter. "Hey cowboy." Domino turned her attention back to the Red Hood, pistols up. "You're coming with me."