“I know that. What's your point?” (O/O)(Closed, but stalk if you wanna!)

"Like hell I would. I do this kind of shit for a living." Christine says, but nods, understanding what Milo meant.

"Your confidence is gonna get you killed," he growled, turning the safety off on the gun.

"Yeah, and you're an unkillable criminal. Who says I don't have my own perks?" Christine countered, knowing Milo was right and she was wrong-something that she hated but knew was true.

"Please, for the love of God, shuut your mouth before they hear us."
With that, he kicked the door down loudly, firing 3 shots into the ceiling as he walked in.

"I'm pretty sure they heard that, hypocrite." Christine mumbled, looking annoyed.

"Where the fuck is my dog!?" he shouted, firing another shot for fun.

"Are you even sure there are people here?" Christine looked skeptically at Milo, pulling out her gun.

He looked around the empty storage facility. "No, but it sure was fun."

"You wasted four bullets on trying to intimidate the air. Congratulations!" Christine rolled her eyes. "Tell me if you need another magazine. I have one more."

He checked his pocket and chucked the gun aside. "Nah, but it's fine. I won't need it for what I wanna do."

"Which is?" Christine looked amused, letting her hands fall to her side.

"Beat the shit outta them with my bare hands."
He continued walking around the warehouse, feeling the floor for any hidden compartments to see if the people were hiding.

Christine kept to the walls, looking around the darkened area. "Can't we just tear this place inside out? And if we see your dog, we'll get him-or her-and run?"

"THey probably have traps in place for that stuff." he stopped in the middle of thh floor, and stomped. It made a hollow noise, and Milo couldn't help but smile.

"Hey look, the criminal does have a brain after all." Christine chuckles, walking to the middle of the room, beside Milo. "You going first, or should I?"

He didn't answer, instead hopping up into the air and slamming down into the floor again, collasping part of the floor into the room below.

"So, now they know we're here for sure. Great." Christine hopped down, gripping her gun tightly. She tried not to cough in the dusty air.

He was already punching someone in the face, sending them skidding across the floor on their ass.

"You do things very unprofessionally, you know. Okay! Listen up!" Christine yells, firing her gun at a guy's chest. "We came here for this sicko's mutt, so hand him over before I start firing blindly!"

"What dog?" the third one asked. "This is a drug house!"

"Oh, bullshit. If you give the guy his dog, we'll happily leave your, 'drug house'." Christine frowned, getting tired of all the criminals and (what seemed to her like) lying.

(Bump)

"Oh, boys?!" A Massive head poked through the hole. "Having problems, I see?"

Christine was honest-to-god shocked, but only for a few seconds before baring her teeth. "And who might you be, airhead?"

"Sorry, sweety, I'm here for Milo." A hand the side of Milo's entire arm reached out and grabbed him, picking him up with ease and pulling him out of the hidden bunker.

"Oh, this is just-ugh! Milo, what the hell? How many people hate your gut?" Christine grumbled, jumping up about six feet with ease out of the bunker, slamming down on the (I'm assuming) wooden floor.
"Kidnapping is at least a ten-thousand dollar fine, as well as a sentence in jail. I see you're willing to take that risk to get what you want from Milo?"

"Eh, you don't got a cell big enough." Milo looked generally unconcerned.

"Maybe not at the local jail, but they are opening a new exhibit at the zoo. How would you like that?" Christine sneered, narrowing her eyes at the newcomer.

(Bump?)

Milo took the oppetunity to take a handful of the giant's skin and bite down on it as hard as he could, drawing a river of blood as he was thrown off. "OW!" the giant shouted. "The fuck?"
"Got your artery, fucker," Milo said with a bloody grin. "Have fun bleeding out in 15 minutes."