Frost Bite

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The convoy was ill protected, they never count on someone like Natasha Stalin on coming to steal their precious gems. They were her blood rite, her inheritance. They belonged to her great great grandfather.
With a loud crash the first truck skids off the road, then the second armored truck fallows. The metal rips open like a paper tearing. Natasha, or as she was more popularly known by the papers in Moscow, Frost Bite, approached the truck. Two of the guards survived the crash. Only two, that's two more than she hope, but less than she planned for.
CRACK! CRACK! Both fell with a bullet in their chest made of super cooled ice that'll melt. It took the police two years to figure this trick out, and it earned her the nickname Frost Bite.
She unclipped a grenade from her belt and threw it into the first truck. With a loud bang the truck was torn apart. There was no fire or explosion, only tendrils of solid ice coming from the truck. Then she heard a whimpering.
"Черт!" She yelled, realizing a guard was still alive. With that she pulls the trigger three more times killing him for good now.
"Darling, you must put on a coat, you'll get frost bite." She laughs through her Russian accent as the last guard dies.

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