“Hey there, sweet thing. Mind moving a little bit for me?”

Cash rumbles, holding you close into his chest as he cocks his gun, looking out for the felon.

“I need to get ‘im, cutiepie. You stay right here, hmn?”

He hums, kissing the side of your head and aiming, shooting the man straight on.

“There he goes. C’mon, Dep. Lets lock him up, peach.”