"CLARA!"
The air vibrates with the sound of her name but, it's to late. Then comes the scent of fucking cordite. Thick, heavy, and nasty on the tongue. She starts to turn around at the sound of my voice right when the first round catches her. A high velocity round rips through her chest.
Our fucking eyes meet.
Two more rounds are already shredding through her lungs before she hits the ground. Muscle memory kicks in and I have my Colt 1911 out and start to send rounds down range. Everything is hyper focused like time itself has slowed down nearly to a halt. The first fixer drops from two straight to the chest. The second is turning on me trying to control his rifle which was set on full auto and spitting out 5.56 rounds faster than two rabbits fucking. I caught him with a headshot albeit a lucky headshot while rushing toward Clara. The third had me dead to fucking rights, the only thing that I could think of was some video game shit. Why the fuck not right. If it fails I'm still a dead man but, if it works then at least some hacker can rip the video from the nearby CCTV camera and have a bitching YouTube video. Irregardless I do a fucking baseball slid to get from under the guys sights. His head pops open as the rounds go through the bottom of his chin and exit via the back of his head. There it is The Vigilante just got an another million hits on YouTube motherfucker.
I stop and I regretfully notice it's an odd set. Three fucking fixers all on full auto in midday Chicago is still a little fucking concerning even if it is Chicago. The fourth guy is the wheelman. I see a black four door sedan rips down the graveyards gravel driveway. All it takes is a press of a button on my phone and all the lights in the intersection turn green. A Wal-Mart trucker comes barreling through the light and obliterates the sedan.
I guess it is true about what they say you can find anything at Wal-Mart even instant Karma.
Next thing I know is my hands and knees are covered in blood and dirt. I rip off my balaclava and press it to her chest! She tries to speak but, you need air to speak and her lungs are hamburger meat just fumbling around inside her chest by now. She's choking on her own blood right in front of my fucking eyes! She knows, for fucks sake she knows that I know that she fucking knows! She smiles at me and brushes the tears from my eyes. I feel her go limp and her head falls back.
"Please God not another person in my place", I beg and plea but, there is no answer to my mournful prayer!
She just stops breathing. I see the bright light of her phone glowing in her pocket. I take it and I start to run cause I was to self absorbed in my grief to jam communications for this area properly and the sirens are drawing closer and closer as I start to move my legs but, their already behind me.
"Freeze!"
I hear the order loud and clear but, fuck that! I hit the fucking button so hard that I later learned that I bruised my thumb. The generator overloads and the place lights up like the 4th of July right before it goes black. Fuck you CTOS, fuck you Blume, but especially fuck me! I got another person killed! Now they both share the same plot of ground! Fucking, fucking, fuck me if that isn't malicious and malevolent irony.
I run straight toward the outer stone wall and I jump over it with ease. I spotted a Ford Mustang the alarm system is a joke and I'm in and gone in under sixty seconds. Of all the people I have saved I couldn't save the most important one's. I feel like I am back in that car again, climbing out of the twisted wreckage with a mangled little girl in my arms. I don't know why death won't take me. Maybe I'm just being fucked with by the fates.
All I know are two things it's going to take a lot of painkillers and alcohol to put me to sleep tonight and tomorrow I will put the motherfuckers responsible for this in an early grave!