killshot | simon riley ✓

• Chapter 25 •

Soap managed to get one of the Shadow's guns before reinforcement came. And they started searching the houses nearby for whatever that was responsible for the explosion. Which meant Rora was fucked.

She tried her best to make a run for it but soon realized that her best option was to hide inside and sneak up on them when they got to her hideout. She got behind the bar counter, looking for anything that she could use as a weapon. Rora found a built-in safe, but there was no chance of getting it open. She was good at illegal shit, but not that good.

Franticly searching through the bottom cabinets she came across some cleaning supplies, but other than an itchy eye they won't do anything. She cursed to herself, getting upset that all of out of the places she would get stuck, of course it would be one where there was no weapon. Just her luck.

„I told you it's the fucking Brits!" a voice hissed, causing her hand to stop rummaging through the trash under the bar.

„I'm pretty sure the girl is American," another male voice spoke up, his tone more unsure than the first one's.

„She's with them, it's practically the same," the first man declared, his ignorance pissing her off. „What a shame though, she was actually kind of hot."

Her eyes widened at his statement, flaming hot fury clouding her vision. Dragging her injured leg behind her, she moved closer to the edge of the counter, ready to lash out at them. That was when she spotted an ice pick on the floor, the one bartenders use. It was small and sharp, just what she was looking for. Without a second thought, she grabbed it, her fist curling around the handle with such a strong grip, her knuckles turned white.

She heard another footstep, this one being more careful than the others.

„What was that?" the second voice asked, panic radiating from behind his words.

With a gunshot, she heard something heavy drop to the floor, and she took that as her cueto do her magic, seeing a pair of black boots stopping right in front of her.

Her hand shot out at the speed of lighting, slashing the back of the Shadow's knees, a yell so loud escaping him that it even could be heard by his dead teammate. His body collapsed to the floor, his hand grabbing at his cut-open legs, blood gushing out from the wound like a cursed fountain. Ignoring the way her palm got in direct contact with his warm blood, which started pooling under him, tinting the dark wood flooring.. She climbed on top of his back, wincing as her thigh cried out under the movement. He desperately tried to reach for his dropped gun on the floor, but she was quick to grab his head and tilt it backward.

With a strong blow, she drilled the ice pick in the side of his neck, a gurgling noise making her skin crawl. And after another four strikes, he wasn't breathing anymore.

Her hands coated in thick, dark blood, she pushed herself off his body, only now seeing Soap's lingering figure only a few steps away. With a handgun in his hand, his arms hung by his side, a slightly shocked expression etched on his face as he watched the body then his eyes snapped to Rora. She was breathing heavily, the entirity of her body covered in blood. Mostly the Shadow's, party hers.

He didn't hesitate to step forward and lift her from the ground, shaking his head as he did so.

„I told you it was a shitty idea," he murmured, setting her down on a nearby bar stool. She only gave him a weak smile in response. There was something so sinister about the way she was covered in blood and still smiled. „But bloody hell, good thing you're on our side."

Both of them looked at the man she just mutilated. It was the one that called her 'kind of hot', judging by his voice. She didn't feel any remorse.

„Yeah, you wouldn't stand a chance against me," Rora retorted, still trying to calm her rapid heartbeat down. Soap gave her a doubting look.