Molly perched up against the brick wall, her moonlit face twisted into a walrusque grimace as she aimed down the sights of her airsoft pistol. Bill tapped his gloved fingers impatiently against the pavement. "What, can't get it in single CALIBE mode?" he complained. "They're getting a bit too close," Molly hiss, rubbing the crossed eyes. Bill harrumphed, he decided to adjust his equipment and aimed down the sights of the gun at the kids' faces below. He preferred close, in melee, where he could trap them and snaffle the goods himself. These kids were annoying and occasionally loud. He shifted the airsoft pistol into full auto and unleashed a burst of three. Molly looked up, this shutting off their PA system was genius. "Oh. Oh sweet," she yelped, pumped her fist in the air. "Sweet?" He retorted, putting the silliness behind him. "Let's round these brats up in one place and swap the stollen goods for some useless edible shite."