Cliché [LT Fanfiction]

Chapter Ten

The plan is going into action and everyone's prepping themselves for the big attack on the military-like base of an anti-gang organization. Alexis has grenades and flashbangs around her belt, a katana in pocket, a pistol, a gas mask dangling alongside her belt, body armor, a stun gun, and an EMP. She went to the weapons storage for an even bigger weapon.

The weapon cache is empty, so she guesses everyone is in the other weapon cache-talking, plotting about what they're gonna do when they get into the base. She scoped the room admiring all of the equipment. For as long as she could remember, she had a huge thing for weapons. Being in here in front of all these guns and other weapons she studied-but never go to hold-made her feel like a kid in a candy store. Her eyes beamed with excitement. She continued looking around until she saw the wall of the assault rifles. She walked over to them and looked over them, amused that there's so many rifles.

I feel like a terrorist, she thought while looking for her selection. They look much like the assault rifles she sees in Call of Duty games. She gazed over them, admiring each and every one and pointing out their exclusive features, if they have any. She stopped when she saw the infamous AK-47. That has to be the most famous gun ever, she thought. It looks just how it looks in the games. She ran her delicate fingers along the wooden grip.

"That gun is too big for you."

There was Larry standing right there in front of the door. Alexis huffed, angry. She palmed her face and slid her hand down. He can tell she's highly pissed at the fact he showed up, but decided to walk over there anyway and observe her decision. He stood right next to her, but she still didn't say a word. Ignoring him and pretending that he isn't there, she took the AK-47 off the display.

"Woah, that's too big for you," he took the gun from her.
"¿Why do you have to ruin every good moment?" She shouted at him.
"Just tryna help. This gun is really too big for you. Use those." He pointed his head to the display of machine pistols. Alexis groaned in angers. "I already have an Intratec TEC DC-9 on me!" Larry stood in amusement that she properly knew the gun's whole name. "What's that got to do with anything?" He asked.

"Wait.... I know you're not sending me into the middle of a war fight with a fucking machine pistol!" She screamed at him, but he's still not processing what she said. What doe she need an assault rifle for? He thought. If she's gonna be using a minigun from a helicopter, then she doesn't need it. Unless...

"You're on the ground? I thought you were gonna be in the chopper?"
"Key word: thought. I never said I'd be blowing shit up and providing cover. Hell, I never even said I was gonna be on the ground. Until now."

"Alexis, you can't go on the ground!" He tells her.
"¿And why can't I this time?" She screams back at him irritated.
"'Cause you're just a beginner!"
"Oh my fucking God!" She grabbed the sides of her hair. "That is the excuse every fucking time! I guess being new to killing people makes me a complete idiot, right?"

Larry sighed, shaking his head. He placed the AK-47 back on the display. "No," he simply answered her question. He took out his karambit and cleaned it. "What do you know about weapons?" He turned his head over his shoulder and looked at her out the corner of his eye then turned back to cleaning his karambit. "I know you had martial arts training," she states matter of factly.

He couldn't believe she actually had a comeback to that... and she was right. How does she know this? Has she been snooping? He went into a frenzy of questions inside his head. "'Cause you have a karambit." He looked down at the unique knife he was holding. His father had him and Laurent trained and he was awarded this karambit, which he had slashed many necks with. "And not only do you have it," she added, "you're cleaning it."