A/N: I am perfectly aware of the fact that I could have made this drabble the second chapter of "Of Girls and Guns", but I did not choose to do so for unspecified reasons. As you can probably tell, this story is about Fiona and guns. What's new about that? :)
Of Girls and Guns II
"Just let me take one shot at him, Michael. Just one," pleaded Fiona.
"No, Fi, you cannot shoot him," said Michael firmly.
"But he's a scumbag! He kidnaps little children and he tortures them! I'd be doing everyone a favour by shooting him."
"No, Fi. We have to stick to the plan. If you shoot him, his bodyguards will shoot us. And then, Jane's mother will never see her only daughter again," Michael said reasonably.
"Please, Michael. He'll never know what hit him. If you let me shoot him just this once, I promise not to shoot anyone else for the rest of the week, Michael. The entire week!"
"Fii-oo-na," said Michael. "You can't shoot him. Besides, I might need you to help me shoot something or someone else by the end of the week."
Fiona sighed. "Fine, I won't shoot him. You owe me a new pair of heels for that, Michael," she said as she lowered her weapon.
"I can live with that."
"I want a pair of Jimmy Choos."
"What?" expostulated Michael. "Where will I get the money for that?"
"It's your problem, not mine," said Fiona nonchalantly as she opened the door of her blue Saab.
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