"Where is she?" Charlie muttered. She'd arrived at the specified location and Joey was still nowhere to be seen. Had she misunderstood the plan? Charlie shook her head. No, this was definitely the place Joey had said to meet up at if they ever got separated and that had certainly happened. Not by choice, obviously, but still, they'd been split apart. So where was Joey?

Charlie glanced at her watch. How long should she wait? She didn't know. In the distance, she could still hear the faint screams of the sirens. Charlie could tell they were far enough away that she was safe. At least from them. As for Angelo, she had no idea.

Each step the spider took was an absolute nightmare for Joey. Such was her current state, that she barely cared that right in front of her, stood a man with a gun. A man who wouldn't hesitate to use that gun on her. But she didn't care right then. A gun and a man she could cope with. Not even the police sirens warning her that the police would soon be searching the surrounding area bothered her that much either, because at this very moment, an eight-legged freak was far worse. She had to get out of here.

With her fear of spiders overriding all else, her last nerve broke and Joey brushed frantically at the offending creature. Knowing as she did so, that she'd given her position away, she bolted from the shadows. Caught by surprise at her sudden appearance, Angelo failed to react in time and Joey slammed into him as hard as she could. Her forearm connected to Angelo's chest, right where Joey had shot him. Angelo was momentarily winded as her arm pressed the vest hard against his bruises as they both went down in a heap, their guns scattering across the ground, out of reach.

Joey didn't waste any time trying to find her gun in the shadows, she just ran. She didn't quite make it to entrance of the alleyway. Angelo had recovered quickly and sprinted right on after her and when he'd gotten close enough, he dove forward, his arms grabbing her around the waist and dragging her to the ground in a tackle that any footy player would have been proud of.

"Oomph," Joey groaned, the wind knocked out of her from her impact to the ground.

"Got you, you bitch," Angelo snarled. He moved and put his knee into her back, holding her face down on the hard, cold cement.

It was eerie out here, all alone in the dark. Aside from the distant sound of sirens, it was silent and that was exactly why they'd chosen this place. It was away from homes and businesses, not to mention, it also allowed them easy access to the path they'd need to take to get to where their car was hidden. The downside? There was no one around to hear a call for help and with the sudden sound of approaching footsteps now echoing loudly, panic began to set in again. Charlie searched frantically around her surroundings, before commonsense took over.

"Calm down," she told herself. "It's probably just Joey." Still, on the off chance it wasn't Joey, she should play it safe and hide, at least until she could see who was coming. She picked out a hiding spot as she listened carefully to the night. The person was definitely getting closer. Was it Joey? Angelo? What if Angelo wasn't working alone was the next unpleasant thought that popped into her head. Too late, a black mass launched itself from the darkness at her with a vicious hiss.

"Why did you have to run?" Angelo said. "You don't think we have better things to do than to waste our time chasing after you?" he said to her. "I should be at home getting the best blow job of my life every night, but instead I've been stuck out here looking for some stupid dyke."

"Sorry for the inconvenience," Joey said, her tone not in the least bit sorry.

"You're a smartarse."

"And you're an arsehole."

"You're not very bright, are you?" he said. "I have the upper hand here, not you."

"Keep believing that if it makes you feel safer."

"What, you actually think you can get out of this situation alive?"

"Yes," she stated emphatically and Angelo laughed.

"Oh that's a good one," he crowed. "I could do whatever I liked with you and you couldn't do damn thing to stop me," he said. "You know why? 'Cos I'm stronger than you," boasted Angelo. He flipped her over and sat on her stomach, his hands holding hers to the ground above her head, his face now centimetres from hers. "You're just a weak little lezzo," he said.

"That's where you're wrong."

"What the fuck!" hissed Angelo. "Are you just too dumb to realise you've lost?"

"You're the one who's lost, not me."

Her confidence was beginning to worry Angelo. What the hell was she up to? Just kill her and get it over with. Angelo couldn't see where his gun was, but he still had his knife. The moment Joey felt the pressure of Angelo's hands lessen on her own, she made her move. With all her strength, she reared upwards and her forehead connected with Angelo's chin. He howled in pain as his teeth clattered together. He howled again when her newly freed fist smashed into his nose. His eyes were watering as she pushed him off her.

"You're going to pay for that you fucking bitch," he said, swinging at her. He missed and Joey rolled away, quickly scrambling to her feet. Angelo was right after her.

Joey took a fighting stance and Angelo eyed her more warily than ever now. He wasn't going to underestimate her again and once he was through here, he was going to be asking some people why the fuck he wasn't warned about her.

"Now, what were you saying about weak lezzos?" Joey put her hand up, two fingers moving in 'come here' taunting gestures. "Come on tough guy." She needed to keep him off balance since that was her best hope against a physically stronger opponent, especially when her options were limited. His protective vest meant his legs, arms and head where her only viable targets, along with his nuts if she got the chance.

They circled each other, their eyes not leaving each others. All of a sudden, Angelo rushed her. Joey dodged out of the way, her elbow connecting with the back of his head for good measure as she completed her move. Cursing loudly, Angelo faced her again. It was easy to see the growing anger in her opponent and she intended to use that to her advantage. Overly emotional people made mistakes.

Angelo raised his hands like a boxer as they continued their circular dance. His left fist flew out, Joey parried it away with her right. Two lefts, quickly followed with a right were met with the same disdainful ease by Joey.

"Enough of this," said Angelo. With his eyes still on Joey, he raised his leg and removed the knife from the sheath he had strapped to the side of his shin.

"Hey now, that's not fair," Joey said, eyeing the knife off.

"Too fucking bad bitch," Angelo hissed and struck out with his arm. The knife glittered under the streetlight as he went after her. Joey ducked and weaved gracefully as Angelo tried over and over again to slice her. Just when he thought she was tiring, she blocked his forearm with hers, and brought her other elbow down on his wrist with as much power as she could muster. Effectively caught in a vice between Joey's arms, his wrist bent at impact and Angelo screamed in pain as he felt the bones in his wrist snap. The knife fell from his fingers. Joey kicked it away, just as Angelo lashed out in pain, his other fist finally connecting. Joey's breath whooshed out as he hit her in the solar plexus. He quickly followed up with a punch to Joey's jaw. Joey wavered on her feet, nearly toppling over.

Emboldened, Angelo ignored the excruciating pain of his broken wrist and moved in for the killer blow. Sensing the attack, Joey was able to sidestep at the last second and when he was past her, she shoved her hands into his back, sending him flying into the wall.

"Fuck!" Angelo cried, crutching his sore wrist to his chest. His foot kicked something. Smirking, he bent and picked up one of the fallen guns.

"Shit," muttered Joey as she searched frantically around. The knife was too far away and the other gun was still nowhere to be seen.

"Bye bye bitch," Angelo said.