Izzy watched the scene unfold in a whir from her newly appointed postion on the floor. John looked taken aback, Izzy nearly threw up, and Renard’s arms wobbled under the power that the weapon held.

“What…what are you doing with Pablo’s gun?” John said in a growl.

“Pablo’s gun?” Izzy said incredulously, sitting bolt upright, “How do you know Pablo?” John glanced around Renard and the still wobbling pistol in his grip.

“He is my partner, you insulent, stupid girl! And you have no right stealing his gun!” He shouted. Renard stepped forward, pushing John back. Izzy got to her feet.

“For your information bonito,” she said, stumbling her way to John, finger pointed accusingly, “Pablo nearly murdered me today! And this is not his gun!” She then took a step back to think about the growing situation, pacing back and forth while Renard kept John at bay. She then turned suddenly on her feet.

“You! Pablo! Holy Jesus, Marguerite…Pierre?” She cried out now realizing it wasnt only her who was in danger.