Ash looks at her phone in annoyance, and a chill runs down her hackles.
Jesus, they know I'm here.
No. No way. First, that wasn't how they worked...whoever the hell they were. If they knew this cell, knew enough to name her on it, they'd know where she was, and she'd be lighting the restaurant up while dodging bullets and worse...and maybe getting dead this time.
So who the hell?
Screw it. Mission abort. I'll get some cash somewhere else. This stinks.
Ash gets to her feet and starts towards the door when she sees the guy being 'escorted' off to a shady corner by two thugs.
He needed her help? Was that the guy?
Not that she was seriously considering going up against two monsters like that for some stranger...but now her curiosity was rumbling, like an old engine too long in the garage. She paused near the door, watching to see what happened, despite all her instincts insisting she flee.