The shotgun doesn't go off, thankfully, and Darkie gives a classic elbow-to-the-jaw on the traitorous bitch. With a heavy thud her head bounces off the tile, going limp as she's knocked out for a second.
Dragging your shotgun out of her limp grip, you stuff it back into her face as her eyes open. Her trap card, so to speak, has been activated.
And it didn't work as planned.
Darkie hefts his bowie knife for a killing blow, but stops as you tell him to tie her hands. He reluctantly does so, tying her hands up with the duct tape.
"Don't fucking like this." He replied, "We should just shoot the bitch and be done with it. Fuck, man, I'll cut her right here, right now!"
And, to be honest, you feel your finger hover over the trigger. It'd be so easy to pay her back for that scar over your eyebrow. Tommy Boy decides to interrupt at this point.
"Uhh, sorry to fucking interrupt, but I haven't heard any explosions for a bit! Either the attack's over, or we're going to look at some fucking company soon!"