"Gimme the cash, bitch!" Rita looks up from behind the bar. "Or what? she asks calmly. "Or I cap your black ass, cunt!" he menaces, waving the gun in his hoodie pocket. Rita flicks a switch and the jukebox goes silent. "Ladies? This roach wants my money. What do you think?" she calls out, looking past him. His eyes jack wide open hearing half a dozen automatics being chambered behind him. A two-way crackles. "Sargent? Chi...