His face slides down the counter and lands in the orange-haired teller’s lap as she cowers under her work station. When Johnny looks up, he sees all of the hostages making a run for the exit. Sailboat picks up his shotgun with his good arm and staggers toward the duffel bag of cash. Miss Doomsday is standing over Nine with her Tommy Gun pointed in the air. “Fuckfuckfuck,” Nine cries, rolling on the tile floor with her arms hugging tightly to her stomach wounds. As she cries, she stares at Jack’s body lying in the center of the room. She still can’t believe he’s dead. He meant everything to her. He’s the only reason she joined the House of Cards in the first place. Nine was never a very caring person. She only gave a damn about one thing. Herself. If somebody would have asked her to join the House of Cards a few years ago and she would have told them “What’s in it for me?” Ask her to risk her ass to help other people and she would just laugh at you until you walked away.
