Silently as the people watched, the black hawk helicopter lifted into the air. With a leer Don Francisco fumbled the remote control. The look-alike mannequin seemed to operate the helicopter with the same skilled dare that was the signum of himself.
In the approaching dust cloud of her black limousine Donna Juanita, saw an opportunity she could not miss. Pushing a button the stinger missile launcher came out of her trunk with a pneumatic hiss. “Also girls are entitled to toys”, she said with a lipsticked smile.
The drone helicopter dived towards the limousine as 50 caliber bullets hit the armored metal without causing more than dimpled dents. Juanita pressed the button, and hoped that the tangerine cloud above would be an alternative solution.
“Goodbye Francisco” she muttered.
Wolfgrinning, Francesco pressed the speed-dial button.
She answered at once, “Juanita”,
“Now when we have been introduced, you are welcome in, but please keep your gloves on at all times ”