Hunter Franklin narrowed her eyes, fuming. The slimy little piece of shit had been harrasing her ever since she joined the service and her patience was wearing thin - very thin. The guy wasn't going to get away with it. She was going make damn sure of that! Then she saw the offender just standing there out in the open, unarmed and unprotected. Hunter smiled in satisfation. Finally, I have you! she thought. She looked around to make sure no one was there to witness what she was about to do. How stupid of the guy to be exposed like that! Her smiled widened. Slowly, she lifted her gun and aimed. Breathing steadily, she took her time. She didn't want the guy to get away. This was far too important for that. Her aim never quivered as she fired five bullets into the guy. All hits. Two to the chest, three to the head. It was over. All in a matter of five seconds and she knew she didn't have to deal with the guy ever again. "Welcome to hell, mate," she greeted calmly. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun around in surprise. She hadn't expected anyone to have seen her. Ripping off her safety goggles and ear protectors, she came face to face with Emma Woods. "Calm down, Hunter," Emma laughed. "This is a shooting range, not a battlefield!"
Ende
Well, guys. What do you think? Wasn't quite what you expected, was it? Don't worry, Hunter will never change sides. Not while I have ownership of her anyway!