The Duplicitous Dare (part 2)

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(After a particularly insensitive faux pas, the Tong and Yakuza formed a temporary partnership and captured Grant and Teagan to pump them for information on Japanese secret agent Dare. Soon after, Dare is captured by the Yakuza. A desperate agreement in a dingy holding cell puts Grant and Teagan in cahoots with the woman who double-crossed them a week earlier. Together, the trio escape custody and head for Dare's stash. But neither the Yakuza nor the Tong will give up their prize so easily.)

From the Adventures of Grant McSwain, Explorer of the Unknown, Finder of the Undiscovered, and Protector of the Undefended
...accompanied as always by his hapless assistant Teagan O'Daire, the Ginger of Galway

There was no avoiding the unpleasant fact, Teagan realized. Her partner, Grant McSwain, was a colossal fool.

He and the Empire of Japan's agent Dare dove into Teagan's hiding spot behind the battered delivery truck riddled with bullet holes. Slugs from Yakuza tommy guns thudded into the vehicle's steel body, and the rat-a-tat of multiple machine guns resounded in the narrow Little Tokyo alleyway.

The lithe Asian woman held a pair of revolvers like a misplaced cowboy from the cover of a pulp Western. Grant knelt beside her and reloaded his own six-shooter.

The gunfire died down to sporadic thunder, and Dare gave Grant a rather forward look, her lips parted as if for a kiss, her husky breath promising more. "Mister McSwain," she said in that frustratingly exotic and enticing accent, "do we have a deal?"

Teagan's face twisted in confusion. What?

"We'll get you out of here with your wealth so you can start a new life," Grant said. "You'll give us back the classified notes about the German submarine base. Yeah, we got a deal."

The air stank of sulfur and gunpowder, a combination of fireworks set off in celebrations and the ongoing shoot-out between the Tong and Yakuza. Both sides had been double-crossed by this woman known as Dare.

And us caught in the middle, Teagan thought. No thanks to Grant.

The tommy guns hammered the truck again. In between bursts of gunfire, the Tong's Colt revolvers let out deafening booms. Most aimed at their Japanese rivals, whose turf the Tong invaded by coming after Dare. But some of the rounds thunked into the truck. Neither side would let her go without a fight.

"This lorry is going to be scrap metal if they keep this up," Teagan said, unconcerned whether Grant or Dare heard. Never one for modesty, Teagan hiked up her skirt to draw a pair of two-shot Deringers from a garter holster. She smirked when Grant's eyes bulged at the sight of her exposed thigh. Even Dare raised an eyebrow and nodded approval.

Teagan leaned low and aimed around the front of the truck. As one of the Yakuza spotted her, his head blossomed in a spray of crimson. She rotated the barrels—the double-shot pistol's imitation of reloading—and popped a round into one of the Tong creeping toward their position.

Dare dropped prone beside Teagan and fired under the truck.

Men screamed and heavy bodies thudded to the ground. Dare picked them off with ease. "Two more down," she declared, and flashed Teagan a smug look.

Grant took out another Tong gunman, then hit the dirt as slugs tore holes in the side of the truck's cargo bed.

Dare popped off a couple shots over the truck's hood, then crouched beside Teagan. "Your weapons are poorly chosen," Dare said. "Foolish Westerners, with your 'Saturday night specials.' You already expended half your ammunition."

Teagan slipped the empty Deringer into her handbag and drew another from the garter on her opposite leg. "Who says I only brought two?"

Grant shook his head, his cheeks flushed. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Teag! What sort of Saturday nights are you having?" Then he feigned irritation. "And why haven't you invited me?"

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