MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN!
"Seriously?" Jasmine asked.
"Yeah!" Kimberly exclaimed. "Come! I'll show you my weapon room!"
"What?" Gers asked.
"Come!"
Kimberly, still holding Pink in her arms, led the teenagers down the staircase, back into the office room. Kimberly strode to the bookcase in the back, and put Pink onto the desk. With her right hand, she surfed over the books until she met with the one entitled 'The book of the Internet'. She pulled on it, sending the bookcase veering off suddenly to the left.
Jasmine and Gers flinched;a large, windowless, lit room appeared. Shelves of guns, knives, spears, bows and test tubes filled the walls. A large table covered in papers was in the center. Kimberly smiled.
"What do you think?" Kimberly asked.
"I think you're more thanwe may've thought!" Jasmine exclaimed. "What kind of a bounty hunter are you, if you have to use all these?"
"I don't exactly kill..." Kimberly started. "...people."
"Then what?" Gers asked, walking into the gun room.
"Well, I specialize in larger beasts. Animals, Magicians, Orc, Dragons-"
"Wait, wait, wait, wait," Jasmine interrupted. "Magicians? Dragons?"
Kimberly gaped; "Are you that ignorant? Do you know anything? Of course there's magicians and dragons! They're around all the time!"
"And you've killed them?" Gers asked, feeling an assault rifle on a shelf.
"Of course!" Kimberly exclaimed. "And graciously accept the money."
"Obviously, if you can afford this place," Jasmine said. Her eye caught a cork board, with weapons tacked onto it. A piece of paper on top read 'Specials'. "What are all these?"
"Oh, those?" Kimberly strode up to it with the teens. "I made great accomplishments with all of these. When the Carsivall Senate takes this land, these will be priceless antiques."
"What did you do with this?" Jasmine pulled a large hunting knife sheath.
"Oh that?" Kimberly asked. Jasmine clicked on a button, quickly summoning the large, silver blade from the sheath. It was three quarters stained with blood.
Kimberly grinned darkly, "I killed four dragons with that knife."
Jasmine glared at her, and then stared into the blade. She glared at her reflection coming from the glowing, red stain.
"Oh!" Gers exclaimed. "What about this pistol?" It shined with black metal, almost whispering it's need to be used.
"I duelled with a rival bounty hunter with that pistol. Shot 'em in the belly; but I didn't kill him. I killed him," She pulled down from the top a small crossbow. "With this. Shot 'em right in the head with my last arrow. Pure luck."
"What about this sabre?" Jasmine pulled from the bottom.
"Stabbed a sorcerer in the heart with that."
"How about this?" Gers pulled a machine gun from the center.
"I totally overkilled another rival bounty hunter with that. She turned out to be an assasin droid, anyways."
"What?" Gers asked.
"Nevermind," Kimberly shook head.
"What's the latest thing you put on this wall?" Jasmine asked.
"Ummm," Kimberly thought. She croutched down, and lifted up a relatively small rifle. "This."
"What did you do with it?" Jasmine asked.
"I killed a dragon with it; and it's tamer. It was just two days ago, I think." Kimberly answered. "Come on, put everything back. I'm hungry, anyways. You kids want anything before you go to bed?"
"Sure," Gers said.
"Okay."
