Victoria "Viper" Sinclair stormed into the dimly lit warehouse, her thick cockney accent cutting through the tension. On their knees were two punks who trembled before her, having disrespected her boss. With a chilling calmness, she brandished her trusty Glock 17 pistol, the gleaming barrel reflecting her steely determination.

"Y'know, lads, manners cost ya nothin', but disrespect'll cost ya everythin'," Victoria sneered, her accent dripping with menace. "Consider this a lesson"