At this point I all but kick the lieutenant in the kaboos to leave.
"Would you just go already!!" I yell at her.
She shakily hobble wobbles away towards the police line afew feet away. I race for my gun and kick flip it into my hand and stand poised in front of the four hulking men.
"Arrrrg!" the guy in front growls viciously, "Get her!" he barks. One guy standing behind the others pulls out a shot gun and aims for the lieutenant.
"No!" I was too late as a low BAW! sounded throughout the vicinity and a gashing hole appears in the lieutenant's back as she falls to the ground halfway to the police line.
Cops approach to drag her body but the guy with the shot gun continues to pick them off one by one. The police retaliate by shooting back, creating a unprecedented amount of noise from the exchanging amount of gun fire. The hostages scream against their gags as they lean out of the range of fire.
Idiot cops! I scold them. They were letting emotions cloud their judgment and were risking not only the lives of the hostages but the stolen goods as well.
I aim my gun and try to shot the guy with the shot gun but an angry fist appears in my line of site. I backflip away just in time before getting my teeth knocked out, I sheath my gun quickly and switch to hand to hand combat with the guy.
The first guy to come out whom I assumed was the leader yelled to the last remaining guy to engage in gun fire while he escaped through the back with the stolen money.
"Sally!" I managed to yell as I avoid the hair arms that fought to encase my throat. "Tell your men to stand down! WE HAVE HOSTAGES FOR FUCKS SAKE!"
It was as if in that moment the police regained conscious sanity and halted fire. Thank you sweet God!
I drop down low and side sweep the guys legs, as he fell I brought out my initial knife and went for the back of his ankles. I jump up and remove his gun from his belt before he made contact with the ground. Without even waiting a moment to breath I swing around, aim, and shot the leader in the left butt cheek.
What a shame, the dude had a great ass.
The leader screams in absolute agony as he drops on his knee's as blood squirts from his behind.
"You stupid bitch!" he shrieked at me, the spit in his mouth flying everywhere.
"Tell me something I don't know," I feel a sharp stab of pain spear through my right calve. "SHIT!"
One of the two guys with guns had trained his aim on me, I round up on him as he sets up to shot me again. His gun sets off before mine, I couldn't move with my legs so I jump, summersault in mid air, land on one arm's hand and aim for the guy and shot again.
Even I was surprised I was able to hit him square in the chest at that ridiculous angle.
The guy with the shot gun yelled in shock as his partner's blood sprays all over him. His eyes train on me angrily but I flip my knife back in my hand, hold it by the tip and throw it so hard at him it lodged itself in the center of his skull.
That's for the lieutenant.
I as I watch the guy crumble lifelessly to the floor I allowed myself a moment to catch my breath-big mistake.
I am knocked back onto the floor and feel cold arms clasp around my neck. "DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!" The leader yelled to the cops who tried to approach (either for me or the lieutenants body, I had no clue) as he squeezed the life out of me.
"I still have a back up detonator" he spits out, covering my face with it. Hey, better spit then blood...right?
He reaches into the back pocket of the butt I shot, oh the sweet irony, and pulled out another identical detonator to the first. The hostages who'd been really silent as they coward in the corner of a building gasp simultaneously and begin thrashing and fidgeting again violently.
"You stupid bitch," the leader says to me again, up close this time. "You almost shot the detonator on the big red button"
He waved it in my face as his whole hand plus the device dripped in blood. The jerk was getting blood all over my face! I notice at the top corner I had shot a small chunky piece of the device off. I just hoped it didn't affect it in any way and wouldn't set the bombs off sooner.
Oooooh shit....
At that moment I remembered that the hostages had timers on them. With fear curling in my guts I take a peek at the timers strapped to either chests.
00:20...
"Oh fuck!" I yell.
The leader snickers at me, "Too late girly...you lost..."
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My Masked Assassin
Action"I don't even turn to look but make to run away, but I'm grabbed and forcefully pulled back. I am flung around and slammed hard against the curtains, they part a bit and a tiny sliver of light reflects against the glass of a motorcycle helmet. Dammi...
