09-13-2018, 01:46 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-13-2018, 01:51 AM by Nika Raskov.)
Another mag changed and Paris Hilton’s only friends kept coming. 70/30. There was still an acceptable buffer of dead space between them. Only one or two so far had made it within 10 yards. There were a lot of bodies to crawl over at this point and it was slowing the hoarde down.
Apparently, Professor Lockhart thought otherwise. She wasn’t sure if his response was meant as an insult but if it was well, that was the saddest thing since Chrysler made the PT Cruiser. Pfft.
As the assassin was busy kicking ass and taking names, she did not look over at the man when he announced his brilliant exit strategy. Oh but she wanted to. It was good that Nika was otherwise occupied because she might have shot him herself. He left. The coward just...ran away. Who the fuck were the Atharim recruiting these days?
Fine. If that’s the way things were going to be... She’d tried to do the right thing. Assist a brother-at-arms. Where had that gotten her? Lesson learned, Universe.
The Asset rose into a crouch and fell back little by little toward the tunnel she’d originally taken to this encounter, still firing. Her head start and the buffer zone established during the firefight gave plenty of room to deploy a second hybrid-phosphorous canister at the junction. Her back was covered now and she was on her way to being seriously pissed off. Call for help and then leave? If the man survived the Underground and she saw him again, Nika would kill him herself. That was a promise.
The assassin stalked invisible once more in the darkness. God help anything dumb enough to cross her path.
Apparently, Professor Lockhart thought otherwise. She wasn’t sure if his response was meant as an insult but if it was well, that was the saddest thing since Chrysler made the PT Cruiser. Pfft.
As the assassin was busy kicking ass and taking names, she did not look over at the man when he announced his brilliant exit strategy. Oh but she wanted to. It was good that Nika was otherwise occupied because she might have shot him herself. He left. The coward just...ran away. Who the fuck were the Atharim recruiting these days?
Fine. If that’s the way things were going to be... She’d tried to do the right thing. Assist a brother-at-arms. Where had that gotten her? Lesson learned, Universe.
The Asset rose into a crouch and fell back little by little toward the tunnel she’d originally taken to this encounter, still firing. Her head start and the buffer zone established during the firefight gave plenty of room to deploy a second hybrid-phosphorous canister at the junction. Her back was covered now and she was on her way to being seriously pissed off. Call for help and then leave? If the man survived the Underground and she saw him again, Nika would kill him herself. That was a promise.
The assassin stalked invisible once more in the darkness. God help anything dumb enough to cross her path.