There is an indescribably cute girl holding the gun.
What's that about? Why does such a high percentage of the attractive community want me dead? I've already been shot at by 6 model-like humans today, and now it turns out that the assassin of choice for this guy is the sexiest person I've ever seen.
Oh well, I guess this job's gotta have a catch. If that's the only one, I'm not gonna complain.
I finally get my handcuffs undone and swat the gun out of her hand. She recovers in a split second with a jab at my ribs. It catches me on the arm as I block and punch at her neck. She ducks and spinkicks at my feet. I manage to jump back at the last second and slide onto the steel table behind me. I'm on my back and her pistol is just out of reach. She's cornered me. I roll towards the gun. Well. That was a mistake.
Suddenly she's in front of me with a gun in one hand and a knife in the other. This is officially a disaster.
She her gun at me and says, in the best voice ever I might add, "Stand up and put your hands over your head. If you do anything I don't like I'll blow your brain out."
I raise my hands into the air and hope to God that she's gay.
