Palmer reached into his pocket and produced a Kershaw folding knife.  The blade as only 3" but it was still a weapon.  He held it above his shoulder.

"Take it if you need it."

He put the truck in gear and watched Melissa, hoping she wasn't walking into too much trouble.
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The man walked up to the woman keeping his hands in his pockets and answered her.
"Lass, you're pretty an' all and I'm not above having ah good time an' blowin' off a li'l steam.  But you got a lot o' friends in that Suburban an' while I don't get stage fright, some things I don't do fer an audience either."

Melissa gulped slightly.

"Oh, them?" she said nervously, "They're just out looking for a party as well. If you want, we can go somewhere more private... I know this really great motel..."

"Ya know, I got an idea," and took a half step towards her, slipped one arm around her holding her close, and kissed her full on the lips before whispering into her ear.

Antonio sprung from the vehicle to back up Melissa. "You wanna get yer hands off her before I break 'em off?"

"Call Jack and Eric," Karl quietly instructed either Robert or Michael, whichever of them had the phone.
"Get them and our gear here now."

The small man grins like a shark at Antonio, not budging an inch, "I think that's up to tha lady and the thirty-eight special I have wedged in her navel. If yer her pimp and she's ya best earner, I'd recommend gettin' back in that car and shuttin' ya gob."

Keeping his eye on the muscle he defers to the woman, "what'cha say lass? We have an accord?"

Robert quickly taps out the numbers on his phone...without any firepower, this was going to get tricky.

"We may need to flatten his friends.", he states matter of factly; a cold expression spread across his face.

Melissa hadn't had anything metal in her navel since a stud at the age of 18 and that was long done.

She looked back at him, drawing on her SIS training to remain calm.

"He ain't my pimp, Napoleon", she said, "You shoot me in the street, you're going to get the entire neighbourhood out here and trust me, that isn't going to be nice. Seriously, I put up with enough jerks like you at the club".

Both of the man's companions moved to back him up, the woman to a position where she might attempt to intercept Antonio, the second man a little further back.
Even through the thick winter clothing the woman was clearly very fit. If she and Antonio were to have a child, they'd probably have a good shot at taking out almost any body building competition.
The second man was rather more unassuming. Although somewhat heavier in build that his two companions, he was in almost all other ways the average of the three.
Besides the revolver allegedly pressed into Melissa's midriff, none were showing weapons.

The first man rolled his eyes and when he spoke this time, most of the Irish accent vanished, "Oh don't get all pretentious with me princess. I'm not the one standing on a street corner playing a stripper who doesn't like money. And I know Mongo here isn't your pimp. You set the game board, I was just playing it. You were just the bait, but now your also a human shield and hostage all at the same time. You see I knew the scene was all wrong the minute I saw the CIA issue Suburban and all the silhouettes inside."

He relaxed the arm he had around her waist a little, "You called me over here princess. What's the point if you and yours aren't trying to get the jump on me, because this totally reeks of set up. Mongo hasn't jumped me yet because he hasn't decided if I'm buffing or if it's worth risking the gun going off in your belly. And a couple gun shots? Most civilians don't like the idea of gun in their neighbourhood so much that they will dismiss it as something else. A car backfiring. A dumb kid playing with fireworks."

He then shrugged, wiggling the pistol in her belly, "So why are the lot of you wasting my time?"

Melissa realised that her ploy had gone realistically as far as it could.

"Because", she said, "I strongly suspect that we're here for the same reason. One Fiora Cutler. Does the name ring a bell?"

He gave the woman a sceptical look but stopped jamming the revolver in her abdomen. He even slowly de-cocked the revolver and put it back in his pocket and then let the blonde go, taking a half step back. Looking between her and Antonio he asked, "So, what's your guys business with her?"

Eric answered Roberts call.
"Be there in ten."

Melissa smiled.

"Making sure that she enjoys a long healthy life and doesn't end up in a ditch somewhere minus a head", she replied, "I assume you're here for the same reason, so why don't we work together?"

She took a further step back so she was out of his personal space and vice versa.

He shrugged, "but what if I'm the other guy?"

How much of this interaction can we see/hear from the vehicle?  Can we tell that hostilities have slightly subsided or are we still at go?

OOC: If I'm posting something and you can see it on the page, that's what your character can see.
Anything certain individuals cannot see is put into private and secret lines.
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"If you were the other guy", Melissa said calmly, "Then I would already be in a ditch minus a head. Or about to become the latest star of Jihadi TV, wearing a lovely orange jumpsuit".

He grined at the blonde, "Now why would I put a pretty li'l head like that inna ditch? I can easily think ah better things to do with that head o' yours." He then shook his head, "lemme talk to my crew."

He then walked back to where his colleagues had come across the street.
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The trio huddle together talking quietly for several minutes, occasionally glancing back towards you...

Anxiety began to creep in but Robert managed to hold his reserve.  The situation seemed to be working itself out but it was too soon to tell.  A dagger and a car were not going to be enough if this was a setup however.  He checked his watch again..."where was he with those guns?", he wondered.

Melissa remained where she was, keeping an eye on the trio ahead of her.

This was going better than it could have. She could be bleeding out on the pavement for one thing.

Karl shared Roberts impatience, but it had only been five minutes and it would take them at least ten minutes to get there, provided they could immediately obtain transport and weren't delayed.

Jack shouldered the heavy duffle bag full of gear, checked his own pistol, and followed Eric to the car.

"You drive."