Chapter 33The lesser of two evils is a real shitty choice, but sometimes it's the only one you got.
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Scarlett paced back and forth, the crunching of her boots in the gravel echoed in the night. She let her g*n hand hang down, but kept an eye on the two middle-aged men in the golf cart. Slick with palm sweat, the weapon shifted in her grip. Of all the dumb luck.
Phillip closed one eye and looked up at Jules standing right beside him. “I'm sorry, you want me to what?”
Scarlett sighed. She stormed the two steps and leaned down into the interior light of the cart. “We want you to give us a small bus. It's not that damn difficult.”
Phillip looked at his partner, Danny, then up at Jules. “Or what?”
This time it was Jules's turn to sigh. “Or nothing.”
Scarlett balked. “What?”
“That's
