Rouge Wines With Blood Splatters

Chapter 1 Act 2-3

This woman hastens down a hallway on the fiftieth floor, yet she halts cautious readying her Sabrina firing stance with her Beretta at a forty-five-degree angle rather than the normal ninety degrees and trigger discipline. Plum Eye scours and listens for potential trouble. An office door opens abrupt a fatal mistake by an untrained hired thug. Each breath calm, mellow, and collective, yet the mounting danger defies her breathing habits. An elevator sounds to the southside the doors open, and Plum Eyes plants her back against the solid marble walls utilizing her trusty modified Sabrina tactical stance. She scans right, a rapid spray of nine 9mm FMJ rounds impaling two thugs hustling around the hallway corner. "Idiots and untrained yet belonging to some pathetic mobster or wealthy businessperson's payroll," Plum Eyes reflects.

Bullets chew through both men before they prayers for any hopes of retaliation. An office door opens unforeseen on the westside while her eyes and head shift in that direction. She targets his left knee, emerging first and triggers an unforgiving demolishing his kneecap at 1,860 (FPS) and door with a new disturbing tunnel of light. Coating the marble, gruesome bloody mist materializes on floors and chestnut wood door, yet she rapid supersedes a head shot impacting the left-side of his flimsy skull as his body falls lifeless forward through the doorway. Spraying brain matter and skull fragments explode from the right-side of his head, and the bullet impales the sturdy wooden door then ricochets off the marble walls down the hallway. His left side skull acquires hefty gunpowder burns from a shot within a three feet distance. "I need to apply intensive caution as the Beretta 92FS Pistol's muzzle flash could appear visible to killers hiding inside these offices behind the windows panes with blinds shut."

"Damn so little time, these patrons residing in the Tropical Mirage will stampede through the doors, yet numerous pissed moguls maybe armed," Plum Eyes deliberates tranquil. Subtle footsteps allude Plum Eyes to men hidden inside an office. She exterminates two additional armed thugs effortless, calculated, and rapid with her Custom Silenced Stainless-Steel Beretta 92FS Inox 9mm Pistol wielded in the left hand through a glass office window with the blinds shut. An office desk lamp reveals the men to her aim. Glass shatters noisy yet creates sharp hallway caltrops loud smashing sounds on the marble hallway floors. "Rats making noise like a herd of elephants in a China shop, so much for stealthy exit to safety!" Seizing one additional Ingram MAC 10 Machine 9mm Pistol with full fifty round clip and an extra fifty round double stack 9mm Ingram magazine. She situates her Custom Beretta 92FS Inox Pistol in the back holster and the magazine inside an inner jacket pocket located on the right-side. "Dammit at least this stampede of terrified patrons spilling out the Tropical Mirage hinders other bodyguards, and gun toting foes from hunting me down, right away!" "What escape route provides the most considerable chance for survival and exiting of the building," the woman deliberates tactful. This woman's cautious nature keeps her alert while breezing past three additional office doors.

She restrains turning a left corner at the end of the hall guiding her Ingram Mac 10 sweeping the area in her right hand, yet Plum Eyes proves forced to slide on her left hip cornering the hallway intersection at a 45-degree angle. The woman catches a sound of a shotgun pumping and a shadow on the left side marble wall. Avoiding the shotgun blast through the glass pelting the marble wall with steel buck shot, and she counters utilizing a volley of eight 124 grain FMJ 9x19mm round at a rising 45-degree angle looking backward while sliding on her left hip. She sprays horizontal at this rising angle neutralizing him, and another male thug inside the last office on the right. "Ah, lucked out between my shadow's distortion through the window blinds not matching where I was, and these two novices hired hands' laughable ability in live combat, yet it proves reckless upon my actions one cannot dodge bullets unless the distance proves too vast, or their aim reveals atrocious!" She slips her left finger outside the trigger guard, and plants the Ingram Mac 10 parallel with the floor using a hefty palm push hoists her body in a spinning motion to reclaim back to her feet at the end of the slide. These patrons pour out of the Tropical Mirage side door, and it alerts Plum Eyes to potential enemies that may arise. Impressive agility creates a nil recovery time, and she returns to dashing down the south hallway.