Prompt: Can you hit him with your knife? I believe the technical term is stab.
I glance around the dark warehouse.
" We have to get this done, We can't mess up they'll kill us!" My partners voice gets higher and higher with every word.
" Correction, yes WE have to get this done but no they won't kill us," I say as I twirl the knife in my hand.
"They'll kill you." The knife points almost tauntingly at them.
Then I hear a soft almost nonexistent clang of metal hitting metal. My partner glances at me. "Their here." I sing a small sinister smile spreading across my face. I gesture to the ceiling beams and thankfully my partner gets the message and starts to climb. As I slip down to the main floor eager to kill or strike up a deal. Especially one with the director of one of the highest grossing movie of all time. As Lukas White walked into the warehouse, I knew we'd be striking a deal or at least that's what he thought.
"Mr. White lovely to see you in person again its been to long." I smile at the man.
"Likewise Ms. Storm, Likewise."
"Now shall we go on with business?"
"Of course."
I barely saw his and the bodyguards hands move but before I could tell my partner to stay hidden they had dropped down behind me, and then we were thrown into a fight. I watch out of the corner of my eye as my partner slices and twirls killing anyone who got in their way. I turn back to the person in front of me successfully killing them and retrieving his weapon. As we both start fighting are way over to White it becomes evident who will get the better shot. I lift my gun a shoot at him and repeatedly miss. Then I hear my partners voice over my ear piece.
"Can't you hit him with your knife?"
" I believe the technical term is stab." I mutter
But I twist my body and throw the knife. And it hit him, Right. In. His. Heart. Bullseye.
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