It had been another slow night, the few regulars they had came and went and one she'd only seen on occasion sat in the corner booth of the diner. She could have sworn it was James Lewis but there was no way one of the greatest boxers she'd ever seen would be in a dump like this place. She thought about asking him who he was but she didn't want to look stupid if he wasn't. She went about cleaning the counters and empty coffee pots before putting a fresh brew on.
Her back was turned when she heard the bells jingle as another customer came in. Isabelle turned to face the man who was dressed oddly. It was cold out sure but he was in a full mask and a thick jacket which sent off warning signs right away. His pocketed hand seemed to be reaching for something but there were all sorts of weird people in this neighborhood so she didn't think much of it.
"What can I get ya?" She asked, leaning her hands on the counter. That same pocketed hand finally came into view with a small pistol in its grasp.
"Empty the fuckin' till or I'll blow your fuckin' head off." He demanded, her first reaction was to raise her hands but quickly moved them to open the till and dump the money in the bag he provided. She clenched her fist just wishing she would get a chance to lay him out.
The ill-prepared thief gave her that chance when his cell phone rang and he took his eyes off her to answer it. As he brought the phone up to his ear and raised his eyes back to her he had no chance to defend as she laid a hard right hook to the side of his head, shattering his cell phone and knocking the man out at the same time. He collapsed to the hand in a heap, while she recoiled her hand shaking it from the sting of punching plastic. She leaned over to see the man was completely out before going over to the phone and dialing up the police.
Noticing her knuckle was in fact bleeding she went over to the sink and began rinsing and inspecting the depth of the cut.
"If ya did that against Vicki you wouldn't be here right now." She mumbled before turning to the loan customer.
"Are you alright?" She asked not that it wasn't obvious that he was fine, just out of the customer service aspect of the situation.
Her back was turned when she heard the bells jingle as another customer came in. Isabelle turned to face the man who was dressed oddly. It was cold out sure but he was in a full mask and a thick jacket which sent off warning signs right away. His pocketed hand seemed to be reaching for something but there were all sorts of weird people in this neighborhood so she didn't think much of it.
"What can I get ya?" She asked, leaning her hands on the counter. That same pocketed hand finally came into view with a small pistol in its grasp.
"Empty the fuckin' till or I'll blow your fuckin' head off." He demanded, her first reaction was to raise her hands but quickly moved them to open the till and dump the money in the bag he provided. She clenched her fist just wishing she would get a chance to lay him out.
The ill-prepared thief gave her that chance when his cell phone rang and he took his eyes off her to answer it. As he brought the phone up to his ear and raised his eyes back to her he had no chance to defend as she laid a hard right hook to the side of his head, shattering his cell phone and knocking the man out at the same time. He collapsed to the hand in a heap, while she recoiled her hand shaking it from the sting of punching plastic. She leaned over to see the man was completely out before going over to the phone and dialing up the police.
Noticing her knuckle was in fact bleeding she went over to the sink and began rinsing and inspecting the depth of the cut.
"If ya did that against Vicki you wouldn't be here right now." She mumbled before turning to the loan customer.
"Are you alright?" She asked not that it wasn't obvious that he was fine, just out of the customer service aspect of the situation.
