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Angelus received an unexpected response when he told Frankie that he didn't have his money. Brenda, Frankie's youngest sister, who had come with him, suddenly said that she didn't want to be a part of any further discussions between them. As she walked past Angelus, she spun around, and, wrapping her massive arms around his head, expertly executed a tight sleeper hold. Frankie immediately went to work on him, knocking the wind out of him with punches to his gut. The beatdown or rather his consciousness lasted only a minute or so before his vision faded to black. Brenda let his limp form slide out of her grasp. He melted to the floor. Frankie nudged him with his foot. Angelus was unresponsive. Satisfied he was out cold, he stood next to his sister. The fruits of victory as they had agreed beforehand was all hers.

As he lay unconscious at their feet, Brenda and Frankie at first said nothing, both simply content to smirk at the success of their ambush. It was coincidence that they both reflected on his clothes. Frankie wondered if his loan had paid for his jacket or his boots. Maybe I should take them, he thought. Brenda was also focused on taking his clothes. Her motives, though, for removing them were of an entirely different sort.

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Angelus received an unexpected response when he told Frankie that he didn't have his money. Brenda, Frankie's youngest sister, who had come with him, suddenly said that she didn't want to be a part of any further discussions between them. As she walked past Angelus, she spun around, and, wrapping her massive arms around his head, expertly executed a tight sleeper hold. Frankie immediately went to work on him, knocking the wind out of him with punches to his gut. The beatdown or rather his consciousness lasted only a minute or so before his vision faded to black. Brenda let his limp form slide out of her grasp. He melted to the floor. Frankie nudged him with his foot. Angelus was unresponsive. Satisfied he was out cold, he stood next to his sister. The fruits of victory as they had agreed beforehand was all hers.

As he lay unconscious at their feet, Brenda and Frankie at first said nothing, both simply content to smirk at the success of their ambush. It was coincidence that they both reflected on his clothes. Frankie wondered if his loan had paid for his jacket or his boots. Maybe I should take them, he thought. Brenda was also focused on taking his clothes. Her motives, though, for removing them were of an entirely different sort.

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For the next part, go here .For Parts 1, go here .