Badass Ch. 05

Badass - A Hannah Todd Story

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author. All characters involved in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older at the time of portrayal.

This is the continuing adventures of Hannah Todd. I would strongly recommend you stop reading this and go back and read at least some of "The Bridge" which provides the back story for most of the characters in this story. I know... it's 30 chapters and lots and lots of pages, but I and a small handful of folks think it's pretty good. I have tried to provide some of the history of the characters so that you can feel like you are getting the full story just by reading Badass. So proceed as you wish. And, bad or good, your feedback is always welcome. To those of you who have followed this story from the beginning, I thank you.

Badass - Part Five

When we arrived back at the house, Ronnie was there talking with Juicy. Caroline went up to him and wrapped her strong arms around him and gave him a whopper of a kiss. Georgia and Celeste saw and giggled. They were chasing Elspeth and my little ones around and having a grand old time. Herman and Peg were also around, and she was helping Bertha roll some more pizza dough. Something she learned to do working at a pizza parlor in South Philly in her younger years.

Ronnie called Duane and I over to the family room where he was engaged with Juicy about the helicopters. Especially our Little Bird.

"Have you spoken to Mrs. Lawrence about permits for the guns on the Little Bird?"

I looked at Duane and he looked at me."

"No, I haven't, Ron. But I'm planning on calling her tomorrow. I want that little chopper combat ready as soon as possible. "And..."

"We've got everything we need. We could use more minigun ammo, and maybe another missile or two for the arsenal. But at this point we can get it up in the air, armed and ready."

"Good," Ronnie said. "We've seen increased drone activity in the area and have already shot down several over the property. Danny has been complaining that the radar in the closet has been a big distraction with drones flying within yards of the property. If we catch them lingering over the property, we have shot down the ones we can. There's so many in the air these days, it's hard to determine which ones are benign and which ones are spying on us. They do make good target practice, however. Huh, Car?"

"Like shootin' skeet. I've spent considerable time in the tower these days honing my skills and..."

"You do know, Rhee's people can capture them by hacking into them as they fly by. But they have to be within a quarter mile of them. When next I contact her, maybe we can bring one of her operator/hackers around to give us greater insight as to where they are coming from. She can have them depart for their home base, which will give us insights as to who is doing it and where they are doing it from."

"Exactly, my queen." Duane said. "We should contact Rhee ASAP to see how quickly we can either capture a couple of these drones and see if they are benign, or if there is someone at the other end controlling them."

"Call Aurelia Spanner."

"Hannah. That was quick. It seems we spoke just hours ago."

"I have a new request, Rhee. We've had a lot of drone activity in and around the property. I need..."

"Tripper. That's what you need."

"How about Gonzo and Gizmo, Rhee? We want the best at..."

"And the best you will get. Around here we call Tripper the drone killer. He can take them down, take them out, or take every piece of data from them and turn it into useful intelligence. He did the drone work on the Dunbar job. He's the one you want, Hannah. I can't get him to you today, but I can tomorrow. He comes with his own special truck which he even sleeps in, so he is totally self-contained and you don't even have to put him up. Just have a place for him to park his truck."

"Excellent as always, Rhee. I'll be home, and I'll look for him tomorrow. Thanks, as always."

I hung up with Rhee and looked over at Caroline.

"Caroline, have you been destroying the drones we shot down, or are we collecting them?"

"There's generally not much left of them after we shoot them down, but Avi has had us collecting their core elements for analysis."

"Make sure we have them all ready when Tripper gets here. Maybe he can pull some data from them to see if they are harmless or a threat."

"I've been holding the remains of several at my place." Duane said. "All locked up so that they don't come back to life. I'll get them here tomorrow for Tripper to work on."

"Aren't you worried that someone will track them back to your place?" I asked. Worried that Duane's safe place would be revealed.

"No problem. Anthony removed any GPS hardware from the wreckage and they have all been destroyed. Remember, we have a techie of our own on staff."

"That Anthony. Big body, big brain. All-around great operator. We certainly got lucky with that one."

"You know it, my queen."

Dinner time rolled around, and it was pizza and salads for everyone. Peggy got into that kitchen and must have been desirous of showing her cooking skills to her beloved Herman. She was tossing the dough, and the kids were watching, eyes wide open. Even the little ones were entranced by the magic she made, throwing that yet unmade pie up in the air and catching and loading it with Bertha's homemade tomato sauce and lots of mozzarella cheese. They even made a couple of white pizzas with lots of garlic and herbs. The house smelled like a pizzeria. Celeste even helped, decorating the pies with pepperoni and mushrooms and even spinach for one of the white pizzas. Of course, Bertha supervised, but Peggy was the show. Herman beamed. I get the impression he'd be eating lots of pizza in the future.

Caroline, Ronnie and Juicy hung out through dinner and even helped with the babies. Dom swung by on his way home from the safe house after being relieved and picked up a pizza for the family. Bertha had promised him that the next time she made pizza she'd make one for him. She also made him a Stromboli as an extra treat. Bertha loved everything about Dom. She's the only one who wasn't afraid of him. Nothing scares Bertha. She was the one who had the courage to protect my babies when the first home invasion happened to the Barrys. She will always be my hero.

I was so caught up with the kids and all the company that I almost didn't see Holly arrive with Chuck. When she saw me, she gave me a hard wink. And a big smile. I love it when my Holly is in a good mood. And it appeared that Mr. Miller did a fine job of putting her there.

They came in and, of course, were embraced by Celeste, immediately. She guided them to where Bertha was laying out and slicing the pies and they each grabbed a slice. And I grabbed Duane. I was in a good mood of my own and wanted to share it with my man. I pulled him aside and whispered in his ear, "Let's blow this place. There's lots of babysitters around. Why don't we go fetch those drone parts from your place. If you know what I mean."

He knew exactly what I meant and went over to Herman to ask him to hang out for a couple of hours and run the house with Bertha. If Juicy, who was becoming very friendly with Peggy, and Caroline hang out and plenty of the guys were around so he made a command decision.

"The Queen Bee and I have a mission to run. Got to fetch those drones. Ya'll watch the fort and we'll be back soon. Bertha's in charge, as usual."

"But not too soon." Herman said, looking over at Peggy who was laughing.

We kissed the kids and off we went, with the well wishes of all the adults.

I love that we still hold hands when we are driving together. It's so intimate. And the way we do it, it's hot. As always, Danny was on our tail, watching our backs and keeping away any surprises.

I always pause when I go up the steps to Duane's door. It was the place where we had our first kiss, and my mind always defaulted to slut status. Knowing what was going to happen when we crossed that threshold made me tingle. It made me wet.

Never one to disappoint, Duane wrapped me up and gave me that kiss that says, 'One, two, three, GO!' And I left him in the dust heading up to his bedroom, my tee shirt hitting him in the face as I whipped it off, and cast it off. He almost tripped over my bra on the way up the stairs.

When I got into the bedroom, I turned and put my arms out. He went right for me, but then redeemed himself with another whopper of a kiss. I just love those big lips of his, and his big everything. And he just loved him, some little old me. Lucky me.

He kissed me up and down, and my heart just left my chest and he held it in his hand. Just the sheer emotion of it brought tears to my eyes. I love this man, so. I barely know how to express it. It's like I just lost twenty pounds and my tits got bigger. That's what this man does to me. It's him that makes me the Queen Bee. And I can proudly wear the Queen of Spades tattoo on my breast to honor this fine black man who holds my heart. Fuck George Barry. Senior, of course.

After about ten minutes of heaven, Duane crawled up to the head of the bed and he shared with me the flavors of his latest successful endeavor. We made love in the most intimate and intense way.

Pillow talk was weird.

"Duane, I want to cut my hair."

"Cut your hair. It's yours to cut."

"Yeah, but will you still love me with short hair?"

"Woman, I would love you with no hair. I love you that much."

"It will be so much easier when we make love. It won't get in the way and stick to my face, like it's doing now. Gloria loves hers short. She even cuts it regularly to keep it at that length."

"That's really short, Han. How are you gonna feel about it?"

"If I hate it, I can always grow it back. In a year, I'll have my ponytail back. If that's what you like."

"I want for you what you like, not what I like. It's usually the same, anyway."

"Not always."

"Well, not even the queen is perfect. Close, but not quite."

"That's okay. Perfection is for losers. They think they have attained it, but never will."

"You are close enough to perfection for me. There's just that one thing."

"Oh? You mean the one where I'm mean to men. But look at my guys on the squad. I'm never mean to them."

"How about one member of the squad you're perfectly comfortable dismantling in a public setting?"

"C'mon, Duane. Don't fuck up a perfectly good night with that. I'm trying. Really, I am. Haven't I been good lately?"

"Honestly, you have. You were perfect this afternoon with Rose. I've never been prouder of you, the way you handled yourself and dragged all that intel right out of him, using a simple interrogation method."

"Oh? Interrogation method?"

"You got him drunk. Brilliant strategy. Now we know what we are up against and have a confirmed location for him. Either Anthony or Ali will get us the rest. I'm confident that at least one of them will be hired. If the guy who does the hiring has any sense, he will hire both of them on the spot. I'm sure Lizzie will make them look like a couple of heroes."

"Come on, we have an errand to do. Let's shower up and get down to the basement and do the fun job."

We jumped in the shower and did each other's backs. It took a while to get my long hair dry, so Duane went down to the basement himself to get started with the standard routine of moving furniture, pulling up the rug and suctioning up the floor to get to the hidden safe room. When I got downstairs, he was pulling up the rug, which I helped him with. Then he pulled up the two pieces of flooring and unlocked the door to the hidden room. I followed him down.

As he sought out the satchel with the drone parts, I looked around the room. Everything seemed the same as usual, except for these two large tubes. Must have been six foot long. The only writing on the tubes was a number: AGM - 150.

"Duane, what are these AGM things over here." And I pointed at the tubes.

"Oh. They're a couple of Hellfire missiles. The latest iteration. I picked 'em up from an old friend. He's the one who got us the minigun and the rocket pod for the little chopper."

"A little something for Juicy's Little Bird?"

"Now it's Juicy's? I bought the damned thing for the company. It's a fucking antique."

"But she flies it like it's an electrojet. Could you have done what she did the other day?"

"That was some fast thinking. I believe I could do the maneuver, but I'll be damned if I can think fast enough to pull it off. She is some pilot. We're lucky to have her."

"Wait till I tell Ms. Jurgensen. She'll..."

"You hush, now. These babies are between you and me. If Juicy finds out about them, she will refuse to fly without them, and I want to save them for a very special mission."

"That's your call. Let's put this place back together and go home and see our babies. I've been a bad mother."

"You're not bad. You're just preoccupied with trying to save everyone's bacon. It's a forgivable sin."

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Being the queen bee is sometimes good and sometimes bad, but being mom is always the best. Especially with the little ones. Like my other kids, they do try to play me, but they are rank amateurs and I don't get fooled very often. Celeste, on the other hand plays everyone and gets away with it because she is so much smarter than the rest of us. Even for an almost ten-year-old.

Aida Pasquale, our family therapist, advised Holly to have Celeste tested, and she came back with an I. Q. just south of one-sixty. Pretty much genius level. The kid is intent on being a doctor and we are doing everything in our power to support that. Whenever, as self-appointed medical director, I am called on to take care of the boo boo of the day, Celeste is mostly there, over my shoulder, or treating a minor abrasion. It wasn't that long ago that she rescued a little boy and resuscitated him by the side of the pool. She made the news doing that. She was still eight at the time. She truly is a force of nature.

So, when she came to me to ask what the deal is with her mommy and Chuck, I was at odds as to how to explain it. Or even if I was the person to do that. This is Holly's call.

"CeeCee, if it's important to you I think you should ask Mommy Holly. She's..."

"Not the Queen Bee, Mommy Hannah. You are so smart and you always have the answers to everything."

"I'm not as smart as you think, Ceece. I just have very good advisors who make me look smart. Mommy is easily as smart as me and nobody does a better job looking out for your interests than her. I know she's been through a rough patch, but I would never usurp her authority as your one true mommy."

"Okay, Mommy Hannah. I'll ask Mommy."

Thank goodness, as I didn't need to add family crisis to my already long list of things on the top of my mind. The utmost right now, being Peacock.

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On Monday, Ali went up on the Dark Web and applied for a position as a mercenary in hopes it was with Peacock's outfit in Jersey. Anthony, in the meantime, rented a room in a home in Paterson, not far from Paramus and virtually down the street from his family home in Prospect Park. Lizzie changed his documentation to reflect the new address, and Rhee Spanner adjusted his new alias of Tony Maciafava in the system. In all the systems. On Wednesday, Anthony made his application to the same ad. By Friday, they had both been notified of an interview in Paramus. They would both be interviewed on Monday, at separate times and places but by the same individual who called himself Butler. Nothing else, just Butler.

Butler met with Ali first at a coffee shop in Paramus. Over coffee, Butler grilled Ali, apparently having done this before. Soft-spoken but sharp as a tack, Butler dug deep into the persona Lizzie had built for Ali. He stayed true to his alias, Zalmay Azizi, using the nicknames Zal or just Z. The interview lasted forty minutes, after which Butler told him they'd be in touch.

Anthony got a dinner meeting. Apparently, he was the more desirable candidate, and Butler spent almost two hours with him, digging deeply into the amazing resume Lizzie had cooked up for him. At the end of dinner, Butler offered Anthony a position as a bodyguard for the Alpine property where we knew Peacock resided. Without hesitation, our man accepted it. As soon as the interview was over and hands were shook on the deal, Anthony went straight to his new place in Paterson and called me.

"Queen Bee, I'm in. Peacock's man, Butler, liked that I lived locally and hired me on the spot. I think he liked the resume Lizzie cooked up for me, too. I start on Friday, for the weekend shift. I'll be twelve hours on and twelve off over the weekend, then have two days off and start the cycle over again. There's overtime too. I expect you know what that means."

"Oh yeah. Sounds like they will have you participate in missions, much like you do for us. But a bit on the darker side. Did they explore that with you?"

"Yes, he did. I let him know that I am very loyal to my employer and am willing to go the extra mile. When I gave him one of those smiles, he knew exactly what I meant."

"Well, you stay close to home in Paterson. Without a doubt, they will be watching you, so continue being the character you are supposed to be and don't give them any reason to be suspicious."

On Thursday, Ali got a call letting him know that they had decided to go in another direction and thanking him for his inquiry into the job. In other words, they blew him off. He was pissed. But Duane told him when he called, to maintain his persona for a while, just in case they were watching him. Well, at least we got one in. And it was the one we really wanted there. Anthony is one of my smartest operators and also one of my most skilled. You could expect no less from an ex-Navy SEAL.

Anthony, or Tony Maciafava to his new mates, had a very important job to start with. He was to plant a wasp drone, with the capability to hear and see what was in its presence, in the home of Deacon Peacock. Being the great operator he was, he planted two on his first day at the home of Mr. Peacock. He was given outside duty to begin with; I expect to test him in terms of his loyalty to the new boss. But he managed to weasel himself into the house to relieve himself and let the drones fly when he first entered the house and then from the bathroom, which was deeper in the house. Its job would be to find Peacock's office - easily identifiable as it was in an aviary.

Herbert had the job of watching and listening to the drones set by Anthony at the Alpine residence of Deacon Peacock. He also monitored a bumblebee drone that his mate set at his room in Paterson, in the event someone decided to disturb his privacy. It also acted as a way to communicate with us back home and in the Navy Yard, where Herb set up shop in his very private office at Royce Field Services. During the extent of our mission against Peacock, Danny backed him up on the eight hours he was not on shift.

Herb had no problem flying the one wasp drone into Peacock's office. The two step doors, meant to keep the birds from flying away, distracted those entering and leaving the room long enough for the drone to fly into the office, low to the ground, while guests to the office were looking up to make sure no birds escaped the boss's office/aviary. To allow a bird to escape would bring harsh punishment to anyone abetting escape of the winged creatures.

The second wasp drone found a home inside the premises, but hidden from view of the casual, and not so casual, observer. At night, when things were quiet and there was less movement, Herb would fly the little wasp drone around the house to map it out, so we'd know what to expect should we move ahead and invade the place.

As we expected, Peacock's people had Anthony turn in his supercell and replaced it with one of their own. No doubt one that would both track his movements and monitor his calls. So, Anthony communicated to us through a number of drops where he could leave notes for us surreptitiously.

Anthony knew how to play it. He asked no questions but made intelligent and timely observations. He'd pass his notes on to female RFS agents who we'd have him meet up with and buy a drink at a local bar. Also, when he could, he would pass notifications onto us, talking to the Bumblebee drone in his room. That stopped when the drone picked up someone entering his room and planting a bug. The notes would just have to do the trick.

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It wasn't until Tuesday morning that Tripper showed up. So we fed him breakfast and talked.

"I've noticed a lot of drone activity on my way up here, Miss Todd. More than I would expect for the country. It's much more like city traffic. Looks like I've got my work cut out for me."

"You'll have some help, Tripper. I'm keeping someone up in the tower to shoot them down as they enter my property."

"Please don't, Miss Todd. You have to trust that I will spot the bad ones and let the benign drones pass through. I can bring them down fast and disable them even faster. But from the patterns I've already been able to discern, most of them are harmless. Just civilians taking pictures and videos from on high. More important than bringing them down, I think tracking them to their origins will bring us the greatest amount of intel. Let me coordinate with whoever your shooter is up in the tower and my time here will be that much more productive."

"Tripper, you are in charge of disposition of all non-company drones from now on. Nobody will move on them until you say so. Here's Caroline. She will be the first up in the tower this morning."

Caroline, who had had breakfast already, stopped by to meet Tripper. I introduced them and the first thing Tripper did was ask my big girl to meet with him in his truck where they would outfit her to coordinate with him from the tower.

When Caroline parted with Tripper, after their meeting in his truck, she had a headpiece on. Not like the Robos wore, but a simple earpiece with a microphone. Tripper, once ready for action, wore the full headpiece of a Robo which gave him enhanced vision and hearing as well as the ability to control things by just speaking. He was a total drone expert and could spot a harmful drone using both radar and visual clues. He knew every drone type imaginable, from the little wasps to the great big Condors. And which ones were armed and with what.

I joined Caroline in the tower, after visiting the babies who were just being put down for their naps by Rebecca and Aggie. Her sniper rifle was silenced so as not to make too much noise. We needn't have worried as Tripper used her in mostly a spotting role. He wanted to bring them down his way.

As drones flew over the property, they mostly dropped like flies after being soaked in bug spray. However, there were two drones; a pigeon and a hawk, that Tripper put a capture on and followed them back to their base of operations. How he differentiated between those two and the many others he took no action with was beyond me. But he knew his stuff. And when the two drones reached their terminus, Tripper called up to Caroline that he wanted to see either me or Duane.

Duane was down at the Navy Yard, so he would be stuck with me.

"Miss Todd, two drones that were watching us have gone home and have landed. I spot them on the map at around twelve to fifteen miles from here. Between Exton and Phoenixville. I'd like permission to take one of your operators and determine the address where they have landed. It could be a dead end, but I don't think so."

'Go, Tripper, take Caroline and one of the RFS vehicles and find this place for me and determine its significance."

"Well, the hawk drone has arms capabilities, and I have determined that it was armed at the time it flew around the property. But I don't think that was its mission. My educated guess is that it was trying to determine your force strength at your home, which I expect is the potential target for attack. Let Caroline and I go and we should be back in an hour."

"Go, Tripper. Bring me back some answers."

"Yes, ma'am."

Caroline drove, and they took off for parts unknown to visualize what we were up against at this particular location. They found themselves outside of the town of Kimberton, where they found a single-family home that still emitted a signal from the Hawk drone. The pigeon had gone silent. Moments later, so did the Hawk. But the damage was done, and we knew where the drones were based.

After a couple of drive bys, enough data had been collected on the dwelling and its occupants and the team headed home. They'd noticed many vehicles parked at the suspect house and two men hanging out in front of the house. Caroline noticed that they were armed. Not conspicuously, but Caroline, trained in such things, determined that they were bodyguards of some sort. Tripper unleashed a wasp drone of his own, which turned out to be the source of great intel.

When Tripper and Caroline arrived back at the house, Tripper invited me into his truck to see what was happening at the suspect house. And the joint was jumpin'. There were no less than a dozen men in and around the place, all armed and with lots of guns around. And drones to beat the band. Two men were working on drones in one of the spare bedrooms they had turned into some sort of shop.

"You can see, Miss Todd, that the one Robo was extracting data from a pigeon drone that had probably flown over your property. Look at these people, Miss Todd. They are definitely on a mission and probably the one against you. I can't tell you whose people they are, but they are definitely arming up for something big."

Tripper transferred the monitoring of the wasp drone to Herb, who sent it to the videoconference room where I would be able to closely watch what was going on in this new, hot location. I spent the rest of the day both tending to my babies and keeping a close eye on the house outside of Kimberton.

Our little wasp drone sat atop a high bookshelf in the living room, out of sight, but not blind or deaf. Herb was also monitoring the goings on at this house, despite the hundred other things he was tasked at doing. He noticed something and brought it to my attention.

"Miss Todd, are you watching what's going on here?"

"I am, Herb, looks like a lot of movement and the number of people have increased. Must be a shift change, there are so many."

Then somebody spoke up. The rest of the men in the living room fell silent.

"Gentlemen, for those of you who don't know me, I am Winger. And you are all part of my crew. We just had a drone return and we have fresh photos of the next property we are planning to hit. They are being sorted out now by the technical guys upstairs and will be downloaded to your tablets upon completion. Study the property until you know it like the back of your hand. No official date has been determined, but I have it on good authority that we are going soon."

"Do we know what we are up against, yet?" One of the men asked.

"Not exactly, but we expect the force to be well trained and formidable. This is a property defended by Royce Field Services and they have held us off before, so you must be as prepared as you've ever been. They're well equipped and know their business. Like most of you, they are all ex-military and are very disciplined."

"Will we be bringing in more men?" The same man asked.

"We plan on coming at them with overwhelming force, so yes, we will have as many as thirty additional operators joining us from the home office. In the next week we will all train together and then hit the place like a swarm of red ants. They'll never know what hit them."

"What's the mission, to kill everyone? It sounds like this is about more than gold and jewelry." Another man asked.

"We certainly plan on killing all the bodyguards, but the real mission is to kidnap the mistress of the house and her people. She has a wife and several children who would be prime ransom material. She's worth a billion bucks, and we should be able to pull a few million from her. Enough to give you all a hefty payday. I don't have to tell you the bonuses will be out of this world. So train hard and let's get out there and embarrass RFS and take the gal who owns it."

"Hoo-rah," they all called out.

Well there's the plan. We know who, how many and what they plan to do. Now all we need is a date and time. And more operators than just my team. Time to double the regular guard at the house and prepare a plan to evacuate Holly, Bertha and the kids.

The meeting at the suspect house broke up and several of the operators were leaving for now.

Tripper was back in his truck and he detected another hawk drone lingering around the property. So, he took control of it, blinded it and dropped it to the ground with a smooth landing. He then took the drone into his truck where he loaded it with a plastic explosive that would blow up and set off the many bullets in its inner cavity at his command. At my command. It could turn out to be a real home wrecker if we got it right. With it, we could take out their tech guys in one fell swoop. But our timing would be crucial.

As I was sitting back in the videoconference room, I got a call on my supercell. It was Linnie Lawrence. Just the one I wanted to speak with.

"So, Linnie, what's the word on my little bird?"

"Arming a civilian helicopter is a hard no with law enforcement. So we had to go unconventional. Because your Little Bird is a historic artifact, it can display all its armament; you just can't shoot it."

"I'm sure Ms. Jurgensen will get no joy from that. She's not into fake weaponry or a trigger that brings forth no defense capability. You're saying we can show but not go with our little chopper?"

"What they are saying is you can equip your bird, just not use its equipment, except in a military show of some sort. But I have a work around."

"Oh. I like the sound of that."

"If you use your weaponry strictly for defensive purposes I believe the 'Stand your ground' laws will act as an exception and Pennsylvania is a 'Stand your ground' state. If you can defend your home, or your client's home with a shotgun, why not a helicopter. I believe we can defend that usage."

"Believe or know we can?"

"You know us, Han. We're all about the story and a security company bringing in a helicopter to defend persons and property is a great story against overwhelming force. Just like you did before with the Tuttlehill property."

"Great, Linnie. I'll take that as a win for us and Juicy will be most pleased. She's chafing at the bit to fly that Little Bird fully armed."

"About that, Hannah. I think rockets and missiles are a bit overkill. You may have to scrap them and just go with the machine guns."

"We'll see. With great lawyers like you and Larry, it's better to ask forgiveness than permission. I'm certain our Ms. Jurgensen will agree with that."

"You just be careful, Hannah. Are you still wearing that gun of yours?"

"Everywhere I go, and sometimes at home when I'm feeling insecure."

"I don't know how you can feel insecure when you are constantly surrounded by your own army."

"With what's coming, another gun never hurts."

"What is coming, Hannah?"

"You don't want to know, Linnie. You really don't."