Irritation flared in Jessica as she saw Diego coming in hot. Any attempt at making this a covert operation went out the window as her soulmate flung rocks and fists at the relatives left as guard dogs for Mary and her charge. While Diego was busy and Mary was standing there in shock, Charlie gaping at the unrestrained violence, Jessica decided that a hard lesson was due. "Look, lady, I don't know you and you sure as shit don't know me, but what you're doing is absolutely bugshit stupid. There are resources for domestic violence. There are ways to get you and the kid out, especially with your dickshit of a husband being stupid enough to leave a medical trail that anyone with five cents and a cell phone can find out all on their own. You want to save the kid? Save yourself. There are places you can go to hide out until the right brass knocks his ass out. I promise you, you'll feel a whole hell of a lot worse if you stay and suffer for his sake if you walk in on a dead body. Or he walks in on yours. That's not saving shit. So we're going to get the hell out of here and sort this out. And I don't want to hear any bullshit about you don't really want to. You got him-," she said, tipping her head back to indicate Diego, "all worked up over you and the kid, so go grab what you need and then we're gone."
Mary gave her a blank look for a moment before something stony fell over her face and she grabbed Charlie and ran into the building. Jessica watched Diego take care of what needed taking care of, though she was still silently pissed off at everything going on the way it had, and when whichever McKinnon or kin of came close, she snapped a punch at his face, hard enough to make the man's head snap back, his eyes roll into his head, and for him to collapse in a crumpled heap. Hard enough to knock out, but not to kill. She'd figured that limit out awhile ago. Then she just stood and glared at Diego, waiting for his pet project to come out with her kid as she gave him the finger, then went to go stand in front of a cab to get it to stop.
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Mary gave her a blank look for a moment before something stony fell over her face and she grabbed Charlie and ran into the building. Jessica watched Diego take care of what needed taking care of, though she was still silently pissed off at everything going on the way it had, and when whichever McKinnon or kin of came close, she snapped a punch at his face, hard enough to make the man's head snap back, his eyes roll into his head, and for him to collapse in a crumpled heap. Hard enough to knock out, but not to kill. She'd figured that limit out awhile ago. Then she just stood and glared at Diego, waiting for his pet project to come out with her kid as she gave him the finger, then went to go stand in front of a cab to get it to stop.