Bullet to the Brain

Bullet Woman Shoots Straight

Despite what some stories may imply, vents are not comfortable or nice to hide in. At all. Ever. Granted, they aren't too hard to get into (if you've been doing it forever like me), but the aching muscles are so not worth that shit.

"B, wait for your signal. Edit should be issuing it soon so pay attention." I missed it one time, be so for real right now.

As promised, my partner lit one of our special matches that disintegrated almost immediately and lightly tapped the curtain behind him, before letting out a yell and helping evacuate everyone out.

To be honest, he has always been weirdly good at playing the scared and helpless. Maybe he should play the damsel in distress more often. I snorted. It really did suit him.

On cue, I lightly dropped out of the vent, thank you mom for making me go to those ballet classes, landing behind a table as quietly as possible.

"Keep an eye out, B, I think these guys are the running type." Honestly, why do they insist on making my job harder? Like, just admit you like being a dick and move on with your life. It's really not that difficult.

Our three targets were trying to escape out the back end, and I couldn't let that happen. I'm not that bad at my job.

Sniping one in the back of the head, the guy landed on one of his buddies, who I hit in the chest right after and... wait. I took a second to count on my fingers. Three guys. Minus two. I looked around, seeing a completely empty room.

"Uh, Keys?"

"Yeah Bibi?" 

I looked around. "Where's our last guy?"

"Umm..." The boy paused, and I let out a curse under my breath. Shiiit. "He's really close to the back door, try and get the drop on him. Edit's gone around the back and is blocking the exit."

Ugh, I really did not want to get back in that stupid fucking vent, but it didn't seem like I really had much of a choice. I was so tempted to bang my head on the cold metal. Knock myself out so I don't have to.

Slipping my gun back in its place, I hoisted myself up into the vent with relative ease and closed it behind me with a grunt.

"Keys, track my location and direct me to our guy, will you please?"

"Yes ma'am. Just keep going straight and on the third left turn you see, hop on out and do your thing." I just wanted to get out of this gosh damn vent, pretty please. Why did they always have to run? Sure, sometimes it makes it fun, but not this time, come on.

It just gets really old really fast.

Following Key's instructions, I army crawled as fast as I could, before once again dropping out of the vent right in front of the guy. Bingo.

"Hey ugly!" I called out. The man froze for a moment, (rookie mistake), before going for a quick knockout. Dodging just as quick, I swept his feet out from under him before raising my gun. He attempted kicking my knee in, but instead I slid to the left and stomped on his other ankle.

"You little bitch," he seethed through gritted teeth, attempting to squirm away.

"Ah ah ah," I chided, "that's not very nice. Did your mommy never teach you how to properly talk to girls?" Bang! Pretty fucking impressive if I do say so myself. I'll have to ask Keys if it looked as cool as it felt.

He's gonna say it wasn't (it really wasn't).

"B, we need this guy's wallet, it should have all of the info we need." Quickly checking the guy's pockets, I swiped his wallet and spare gadgets, making sure to get rid of any trackers first. "Firefighters should be there in ten, you need to get out now."