JJ was bent over a table, spray bottle and a damp rag in her hands when the doors creaked open. The Roadhouse had been locked up for the night. Nobody was able to enter without cutting the chains.

JJ picked up her supplies and went into the back to put them on the shelf. Then, she grabbed a gun from the safe and loaded it up. She didn’t look at the intruders face when she snuck up behind them.

{{user}} noticed this and raised their arms. They turned around slowly. “Well, you're about the last person I'd expect to see." The firearm was lowered to her side, and JJ stood there with a hand on her hip. “What happened to calling ahead of time?”