Tough day at work XD
Shermie is so cool.
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Shffft...
Whip whirled around to find nothing behind her. Again.
She hissed out her next breath, and slowly padded onwards.
She had entered the building nearly fifteen minutes ago, and had killed three men so far. She botched her first enemy encounter - and that threw this whole operation into a mess.
Leo would have never let down her guard… I should have been more careful…
Surely, it wasn't her fault for failing to expect heavily armed guards at an old shipyard. Whip had expected nothing more than to see workers doing overtime and the occasional foreman. She also hoped to see Rock Howard out here picking up a shipment or something.
Reality had defied her expectations, but there was nobody to complain to.
When it came to military ops, it didn't matter if the situation was unexpected, or even illogical - you just had to deal with it. If you messed up, people died. In this case, Whip had messed up - and it put her entire stealth operation in jeopardy. If she continued to mess up. She would be killed, and possibly Rock as well.
Who the hell would kidnap him…
Whip had refrained from using her pistol at all. Since she hadn't brought a silencer (as she hadn't expected to use her gun today) the gunshot would undoubtedly alert everyone in the building to her location. Surely, they knew something was wrong already. Her first opponent had his comms link open when he died. Whoever was on the other line would definitely be taking precautions.
Left…
Just this morning, Whip had resolved to find Rock Howard and kick him in the shins for failing to pick her up at the airport. That resolve took her to the hotel - where she interrogated the front desk - then up to her room where she set up her computer, and illegally tracked Rock's phone signal. Now she was here - hiding among the crates of an old warehouse and Rock's signal was close.
She hadn't expected foul play until she entered the building, but now that she was in the thick of it - her analyst brain was working overtime. What kind of plot was this? A simple human trafficking hit? A lure? Something more sinister? And by who? Why would the Chinese mafia pull something like this? They weren't known for such violence against civilians. They tended to be rather peaceable so long as the money kept flowing. They only got violent when somebody was interrupting their business.
And Rock Howard definitely wasn't messing with Mafia business. She was sure of that. She kept tabs on all of his communications.
Shhhhhft.
Whip felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up again. Goosebumps pricked up all over her arms. How uncanny. It was hot in here, yet she felt the cold feeling of dread sneaking up on her. She felt like a prey animal caught in the sights of a predator. Someone was watching her, but who? And from where?
Her night vision goggles told her nothing. The thermal vision only showed a group of men on the bottom floor waiting in ambush, and a couple of people wandering outside. One guy was entering the building (probably to use the bathroom), another was wandering about the back entrance. Nobody was nearby, and she was armed and hidden quite well.
Yet… someone was watching her… Ugh… stop it!
Whip shook her head and gritted her teeth. She was an operative! Leona would never have doubts like this. Sure, she had retired from wet work a couple of years ago to be an analyst - but her skills were still there. She and Voodoo had always been great at stealth. A silent hand. A silent whip. A silent blade… and typically a silenced gun as well, but alas. She could make do - especially against lowly Mafia guards.
They're not trained like you are… calm down. Find the signal, and you'll know where Rock is. He's definitely been kidnapped… Come on Whip…
There was a staircase up ahead leading to the ground floor. It was made of old, splintering wood, and Whip prayed it wouldn't creak as she descended. Below her - not ten yards out, was a guard. He had his back to her, and was leaning against the open warehouse doors looking out for intruders. If she was quiet - he wouldn't notice her. But if something creaked, she would be in trouble.
Careful… careful…
She bided her time, carefully descending until she had both feet firmly planted on the concrete floor. Good, now she coul-
Crrreeeeak
What!
"Who goes there!"
The guard whirled around. He pointed a gun in her general direction, but his eyes had yet to adjust to the darkness. He was scrabbling for the flashlight in his back pocket. Whip stood frozen, every muscle as tight as a wire. She looked around rapidly. She needed to find cover before he discovered her locatio-
"Dearie me, don't worry Mr. Guard… It's just me and my friend ~ the little gun bitch!"
Whip nearly jumped out of her skin as A woman's voice called out from behind her ear. An arm shot out over her shoulder and wrapped itself firmly around her neck. It squeezed. She choked. An uncannily strong grip seized her hand and wrenched voodoo from her. Her gun was torn from it's harness and similarly thrown to the side. Shermie held her tightly and chuckled darkly into her ear.
"Glad to have you join, little miss gun bitch!"
"Cow... tits… you- aaaAAAH!"
The sky became the ground, then the ground became the sky. Whip was hurled headfirst into the hard concrete floor. The impact was so terrible, she was sure her skull had split open. She gasped and tried to roll to her feet, but Shermie hadn't let go of her.
"Not only are you a horrible little creature, but you're also stupid, aren't you?"
Whip couldn't respond. She could hardly breathe.
"I saw you with your fancy little goggles looking for me. I was only a few steps behind you - did you know that? But you and your idiot brain seemed to have forgotten I have no body heat. Don't you remember? I'm dead."
Whip felt herself losing consciousness. She needed to do something. There was a knife strapped to her harness. Shermie had only taken her gun. She quickly grabbed it, and with the viciousness only a desperate person could produce, reached up and plunged it blindly into the face of her attacker.
"..."
Shermie went silent, but when her grip didn't loosen Whip felt a whole new kind of dread. Shermie seemed to be in quite a good mood when she first caught Whip, but now, every ounce of pretentious goodwill had gone. Shermie squeezed her tightly around the throat, and wrapped the other arm around her waist. She whispered into her ear. She wasn't laughing anymore.
"You! You..."
Whip felt a sludgy liquid fall from her attacker's face onto her shoulder. There was the familiar tingling of electricity charging up from Shermie's palms. Whip gritted her teeth. She knew what was coming next.
"Little Bitch! That will cost you your eyes!"
Imagine being that guard. You're just kinda bored hanging around, then you turn around to see two girls fking tearing into eachother. like boi!
btw - Whip tore out Sherrmie's eyeball with that knife strike :)
heheheheh.
I re-read some of the first chapters of this fic, and saw that I siad this was gonna be a slice of life thing with no plot.
well that was a life.
heh.
