Chapter 7

„You think it's that easy?" Jo asked with a stoic expression.

"Of course not!" Toberman exclaimed, sounding almost insulted, "if it were, you would hardly be here, now would you?" He quirked his eyebrow.

"Hardly." Jo agreed with a smirk. She then reached for her guns. But before she could reach them, Toberman pulled out a whip and lashed at her hand. Jo then quickly retreated and stared at the red mark the slash left on her wrist.

Meg reached for her gun as well. When Toberman tried to attack her as well, she grabbed the whip before it could hit her. Toberman stared at the motionless line stretching between him and the redhead, then looked up into her smirking face. She then pulled out her revolver and shot at him.

He dodged and the shot hit the drone behind him. He leaped forward, trying to assault her, but got punched aside by Jo. He somersaulted to avoid damage and landed on his feet. He then turned to Jo and Meg. "Well, that didn't work well for you, did it?" Jo remarked.

"I got my whip back, didn't I?" He said, pointing his whip at them.

"That thing didn't help you before, how is it gonna help you..." she was stopped by Toberman's whip lashing at Meg's face, knocking her back. "Meg!" Jo shouted, looking back at her. She then turned back at the sensation of something wrapping itself around her wrist. When she looked at it, she saw Toberman's whip wrapped around it. She then looked up to see Toberman's fist flying at her. As it hit, she could hear and feel something crunch and fell an immense pain in her nose. She then flew back, landed roughly on her back and slid back.

After a few moments, she lifted her hand to her nose to feel that it was broken. With one swift move, she corrected it with a grunt and inhaled quickly to see if it was working. She got up and shook herself.

"Yes, that's how you handle damage," she looked up at Toberman, "people nowadays," he shook his head, "they just don't know how to handle a good beating. It was different back in the day."

"Back in the day?" Jo laughed. "How old are you?"

"That's... not relevant." Toberman answered.

"Come on, Jo. We can take him." Meg said, walking up next to Jo. When Jo looked at her, her eyes went wide at the sight of the bleeding wound on Meg's cheek.

"You're hurt."

"It's just a scratch." Meg said, wiping the blood away with the back of her hand, "you broke your nose." She said accusingly.

"I rectified it."

"Ahem," Toberman made himself noticeable, "hate to interrupt your lover's quarrel, but we're kinda in the middle of something here."

"You're right." Jo said, pulling out her Eagles. Meg pulled out her revolver. Toberman readied his whip.

Toberman got ready to strike. Both Jo and Meg shot. As the bullets were halfway towards Toberman, his whip swiped them to the side.

Meg looked in the direction he sent the bullets, then back at him. "That was impressive."

"Piece of cake." He then struck again. Jo and Meg dodged the strike and jumped at Toberman. He couldn't retrieve his whip fast enough, so he rose his arms to defend himself.

Instead of going for the upper body, the duo swept him off his legs. He fell forward and caught his fall with his arms. He quickly pushed himself up and turned towards them, but was kicked in the chest by both of them. He stumbled back a bit, but shook it off.

The two charged at him again, but he side-swiped Meg and punched Jo. While Meg flew into the middle of the room, Jo flew back against a wall.

She tried to pick herself up, but got kneed in the chin, sending her flying upwards. Toberman caught her and punched in the gut. "Pathetic. Weak and undisciplined." He then rose his hand, readying it to slash her with his claws.

Jo just smirked and quickly stabbed him in the neck with a hidden bayonet. He backed off and reached for the knife, pulling it out. "You goddamn," he looked up to see her pointing her guns at him, "oh no."

He started to shoot him continuously. Each bullet pushed him back a little bit more.

When both of Jo's Desert Eagles clicked, he was panting heavily, but smirked. "That wouldn't even have killed me when I was human."

"How about this?" A shout came from the side. He looked towards it to see Meg, standing amongst the trashed drones and pointing her revolver at him.

"Crap." She shot and hit him in the chest, pushing him back against the wall and over the edge. His panting got even heavier and he started sliding down the wall, leading a black blood trail. "Curses. I... can't... move." Black blood started squirting out of his mouth.

Jo walked up to him and knelt down. "Who's your boss?"

A dark chuckle escaped his mouth. "You'll see...soon enough." With that, he exhaled one more time and went unconscious.

Jo then heard John's weak voice over the mic. "Jo. What's your status?"

"We took care of the right hand. You got the boss?"

"He...I can't. We need help. The boss...it's...", he was cut off.

"John? John!" Jo got up. "Let's go, Meg!"

"Right." They ran through the door and to the elevator. Jo then hit the button for the bottom floor and started shifting as the elevator went down. "Something wrong?" Meg asked.

"John sounded like he was in trouble. I just hope their okay," Jo then noticed Meg's cheeky grin, "what?"

"It's just...you're a lot more considerate than you used to be. Back when we worked for Bai-Lan, I was the only one you actually cared for."

"Yes, but...John's kinda family. It's natural to be their for family, don't you think?"

"I guess. I never had family."

"Neither did I."

The elevator arrived at the bottom floor with a "ding" and Jo watched the doors open with a sigh. "Let's do this." She held up her guns and exited the elevator, followed by Meg.

They entered a big, golden hall leading to a huge gate. When Jo and Meg reached it, the voice from the main entrance spoke up again.

"Welcome. I see you've taken out Toberman. You look beat up. The green beret kicked your ass, right?" A laugh could be heard. "But enough of the chit-chat, come in. Come in!"

As the gate opened, the two looked at each other. "We don't know what's in there." Meg stated.

"We'll be fine." Jo replied.

"You sure?"

Jo pulled her in for a kiss. "Positive." They both smiled and walked in with the gate closing behind them.

Well, there it is. Hope you liked it.