MAJOR SPOILERS honestly idk why I'm publishing this but realistically i will never finish continuous storyline so heres this
Angelica came to a halt from sprinting all the way from the old warehouse. She leant herself against one of the walls in the street, both of the walls were close enough that someone with long arms could touch either side. Damp stone was cool through her jacket onto her heaving shoulders and grounded her to her surroundings. The constant rushing of rain, it falling onto her hair and red face, a few cars on a street a few blocks over.
The escapee stepped into the middle of the street again, looking towards her destination: vaguely forwards, anywhere away from the soon to explode building behind.
Considering the hectic situation, it was a nice oasis just to be able to hear mundane sounds, Angelica steadied her breathing. The memory of the clicks and crashes of conflict replayed in her mind. Flashes went off behind her eyes. That might take a while to go away, being the second most hellish shootout she had experienced.
Something hard pressed against the back of her skull. More tangible than the replays going on in her head; this was outside it. Small, but not like a sharp thing small. Like a handgun. Pressed against her head.
“Traitor.” Angelica recognised the voice – determined and rough. Yet it was broken and quieter, full of emotions it wasn’t used to holding.
Slowly, carefully, Angelica turned to face her former boss. Keep her talking, get her to change her mind.
“Katya, please, you know you don't have to do this. You could let me go and just say you lost me. I just got a head star-“
“Shu- Shut up.” Katya tried to steady her voice. “Don’t try anything, Angelica Caruso. I don't know what you think you are going to achieve by this, but you betrayed the Rebrote, and for that you must be killed. No need to run, as- because I will shoot any, anyway.” Her voice was breaking up again. Her brown-black eyes were glossier than usual and her brows tense, scrunched.
“Hey, Katya, you know what, you-“
The gun in Katya's hand clicked again. Her finger tightened on the trigger, the barrel aimed right at Angelica's forehead.
Angelica stepped forward, her head toughing the gun. Katya didn’t move, save for the shaking of her hands.
“You don’t have to do this, Katya.” Angelica reached out to put her hand on the boss' shoulder, keeping their gazes locked.
Katya lowered the gun slightly, still aimed at Angelica’s abdomen. Angelica hovered her hand in mid-air – her boss didn't look like she would welcome a pat to the shoulder right now.
“Katya, please, I can join the Rebrote properly, I just need to go and sort some things out with the Dicci and-“
“Traitor.”
The finger squeezed down on the trigger, firing a bullet into Angelica, above the stomach but not quite at the lungs.
She widened her eyes before the pain could quite hit her, and collapsed at the knees falling to the cold, hard concrete.
The thundering rain couldn't drown out the gunshot. Kliment Lagunov heard it, and the cry that followed it. He
(I'll finish later)
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the mother russia story but....
Actionbut only bits of it (aka death scenes) because i can't be arsed to write/publish the continuous storyline (i have started that though)
