5 Demons [Project discontinued]

Frostbite

     Natasha moved to the front lines quickly, bullets steaming past her as she entered. Maybe it was boldness to her comrades in arms, but she knew it was her deeply rooted longing to die, the cowardice to leave in this fight. BANG! The recoil of the gun, the glistening ice spraying from her gun.
     "The locks simple, liquid nitrogen should likely get it." Yelled Natasha.
      Crunch! Crack! The ice gave away and the door slid open. Natasha ducked back to dodge the hailstorm of bullets. Watching as X finished off the 10 men with two pistols and their hands. It was a beautiful movement like a dance, yet terrifying the grace they took, yet no sign of joy or disgust. If I asked him, would he kill me? Said the little voice in her head, the conscience that told her all the things that was wrong.
       Natasha found her self suddenly aware of the fact that she was alone. Panic ensued, the terror of being in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by danger, then the guilt from being unprofessional.
      "Hola, as they would say where I was brought up. Ya miss me, sweetheart."
     Natasha quickly spun gun at the ready, only to find herself looking Angel in the face. His dark hair a messy tangle atop his head, eyes bloodshot as always, dark tan skin that eluded to his heritage. More importantly rifle in hand, and in the building, which meant there was 10 bodies on the street, or more.