Revenge is Never Served Best with Blood

Another quick story from me, this will probably be roughly three or two chapters which my own character as well… Hope you enjoy and I think the story should explain itself ;)

Just another day at the office…

Just another case…

A case involving an illegal gun trafficking which was hard enough without the random body drops which was linked but no-one could find out why

Greg was leading the case with his work partner Morgan and his best friend Sasha

Sasha was the latest member of the team who had been the best friend of the young Morgan and when losing her job at seven other crime labs she eventually settled into Las Vegas were she became known for her passion of self-defence and weapon knowledge

She got on well with her friend Morgan but she especially liked Greg, he was smart, funny and also the complete opposite of herself, she loved to shoot her guns whereas she hardly saw him with one etc

Sasha exited the DNA lab when a hand rested on both of her shoulders to which she jumped up, spun in the air and landed with her hand on her gun and the other raised, "Whoa, chill" Came Greg's voice, he smiled at her, Morgan was with him so she instantly calmed down… being in the military for a few years made her nervous and jumpy, thank god she was never on the firing line for most of it

"There was no relevant DNA on the guns we recovered from the last raid so we've hit a dead end" She explained to which Greg and Morgan sighed in despair

"This is nothing to do with the case but why do you carry three guns anyway?" Greg asked

"Well for one thing I am a ballistic expert and secondly I did military training so unlike you who doesn't have his on him half the time I like to be prepared… for anything" She smirked at him

"Yeah Greg, I carry mine, why not you?" Morgan joined in as they stood outside the labs

"I've always learnt that having a weapon, doesn't always help you… that's all" He informed them

"Suppose kicking their ass works too I assume" Sasha responded

"Huh, hmm" He thought

They began to walk to the break room when the surrounding area slowed down and almost when silent as a loud click echoed… like a gun cocking

Sasha spun around as she knew what the sound was but before she could grab her own gun a blinding white flash burst in front of her and she pushed Greg and Morgan to the glass wall of the lab next to them and was about move before she strained her eyes

Two guys in black jackets and ski masks, black jeans and two automatic guns which was pointed straight at her, she did not blink as her hand lay by her side, not able to move and every fraction of a second the bullets came closer, the air bounced around them as they zoomed quickly through the air and when the first one hit her, it splattered blood along the glass beside her luckily not hitting anything vital or bone, her arm retched sideways pulling her skin and arm behind her

The second one hit the shoulder opposite the first bullet but this time when straight through, tearing up skin and flesh and expelling a lot of blood behind her and yanking her arm awkwardly the other direction

The third and final bullet to hit Sasha was the most severe one which hit exactly in the middle of her abdomen and after a millisecond the blood began to pour, her legs flipped behind her and kicked her butt, her stomach cushioned her fall and her bullet ridden arm flailed outwards and a quiet thud could have been heard in-between the gun fire

Greg had positioned himself in front of Morgan… Protecting her

But after watching 10 seconds of his best friend getting shot he acted swiftly, going to try and help her he stepped forwards to try and help her from getting shot anymore times when a pain radiated from his shoulder, he hadn't realized he had left himself vulnerable and a killer bullet went through his right arm and without stopping hit the side of his chest and no doubt getting stuck on a ribcage, it killed but the next bullet was more of a shock when it erupted into his abdomen too, his legs gave way to enough pain and every breath he took was making everything seem harder than usual

Morgan screamed with her hands over her ears and tears beginning to appear slowly creeping down her cheek, then she opened one eyes to see if it was all over when she saw Greg slowly dropping to his knees and his gorgeous eyes droop, Morgan watched as he fell backward, head aimed at the floor where it would surely crack open, she went into a crouch position and leapt forwards to catch him and hopefully save his life

The gunmen went for anything that moved and unfortunately a stray bullet slid past her and nicked her arm, the blood obviously began to drip down her arm

Officers stood at the other end of the corridor and it took four bullets to bring them down the automatic weapons firing a shell load of bullets all the way around the labs and ceiling, glass smashed into tiny pieces and shrouded Morgan who had caught his head and laid it gently on the floor, blood swan round her shoes as she stood up and kicked it sideways and she turned to the officers and saw her father…

"Help me, help us!" She sobbed

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Well, please tell me if I should continue?

It probably won't be many chapters but it'll be fun writing

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