Clementine falls and blood just dumps out of her, mostly on Glory.
The casino men put bullets in the counter; the tellers are screaming as Faith hunches along behind it. This way, she thinks, yeah, keep turning–
Charity kills one; the other dives away when his gun clicks. Faith gets his bag and half the bricks falls out of it, who cares, she shoves Charity out the door as the alarm begins howling.
Together they scramble into the car Angel’s already got running. Faith looks down at the bag: stacks of blank green paper.
“Glory,” she whispers. “Glory sold us out.”