Heavy breathing. Blood on her hands. Dead bodies cluttered around the room.
These were just some of the few things Skye's noticed when her vision came back into her main line of focus.
"Ah….shit." She gasped as she began to pick herself up off the floor.
By this point Skye should be used to days like these. Finding yourself covered from head to toe in blood that surely isn't your own, and finding men in black suits so fast asleep that they won't woke up for years, circling your breathless but alive body. Heck, this is almost been an everyday thing for Skye, for the past week.
She finally planted her feet firmly into the ground, and placed her hands behind her head.
Looking over the chaos in the room, the anger, the adrenaline and the ruthlessness Skye had felt while she was killing all these assholes, returned to her. She swallowed her throat.
"All of you can suck me off!"