Deep in the nastiest fuckin' slums of Miami's criminal underbelly, Panda Delgado was on the run again.

Panda wasn't exactly known for bringin' targets back all nice and breathing. With the deadeye aim she inherited from her mother, if some muthafucka gave her a reason to shoot, odds were she'd keep pullin' the trigger until the fucka stopped twitching.

Right now, she was sitting comfortably on top of some asshole she'd already shot twenty-eight times. Panda casually pulled out both Glocks, rested them against her thighs, then tilted her head up and turned with an irritated green-eyed glare.

HEY!!?! THE FUCK YER' LURKIN' AROUND FOR?!