Revy…
Revy listened as the wall took hit after hit in her defense and judged that the time was close for her to make her move. Her arms were almost numbed and some stiffness had set in from where her muscles had torn themselves apart.
"Motherfucking cocksuckers." Revy spat her curses in time with each round she fired off into the room. Her arms burning a screaming protest with every recoil but she kept them up, inhaling shallow breaths and ignoring the pain
Those who knew her were well aware of the fact that she is a woman which one did not fuck around with. These guys obviously needed to be taught a lesson. She ducked back out of sight behind the wall at the front door. She hadn't managed to get into the room yet since the bastards open fire as soon as she reached for her guns. A natural reaction.
Too natural.
It was clear that they intended to kill her which was just another day in Roanapurr.
She'd wanted an outlet to let off some steam and now she had gotten just that but she might have fucked herself prematurely in the process. In pique condition, she would have already put a bullet between the tall blond man's eyes who was sheltering behind the bathroom wall directly to the center of the room after kneecapping the black haired doughboy to her left. She'd had worst odds. But as it were, none of them had stopped firing for more than a few seconds and she was slow because of her injuries and sore muscles. In that same moment, she notices that her right calf was grazed by a bullet, blood pouring from the wound but nothing too serious.
"Where's ya boyfriend, bitch?" One of the men called out over a hale of bullets he and his partner were sending in her direction. His accent was hard to place and none of them look familiar to Revy. Whoever they are they weren't from around here but clearly, they knew Rock or at least, they came for him.
Something we have in common. Revy thought. But I called first dibs.
Now even more so because Rock was going have to explain to her just why in the fuck she was dodging bullets on his behalf. Eye shiner just got upgraded to beat-down.
The only good thing that had come out of all of this so far, was that she was momentarily distracted from her problems of the vag and she hadn't been shot yet. That would really take the fun out of the 'funeral' she had progressing here and she was planning it for the two assholes held up in the room, not for herself.
She waited for the shots to subside from the two inside. Twelve bullets in from her side and not even so much as a grunt. The wall she was using as a shield was plugged. A couple more shots and the plaster will give way from the none stop firing by the dynamic duo in the room.
Just how much extra mags did they have on them? Within two minutes, Rock's already trashed hotel room was the equivalent to Swiss cheese. From the sounds of the guns, both men were using semi-automatics. Maybe Cz-75s but definitely 9x19 mm bullets. Meaning at least 16 rounds a piece. She'd packed only two extra mags for her twin Beretta 92fs sword cutlasses stacked at 15 rounds a piece. But with the way they've been firing, they must have used up at least three clips already.
These guys were idiot cowards and she was slow. So slow it was as if she was crawling.
"Motherfucker." She cursed under her breath bitterly when a bullet came burrowing through the plaster narrowly missing the back of her head.
Time to move.
Putting the nuzzle of her gun at the threshold of the door, she fired blindly into the room. The pain was challenging her aim and ensuring that she didn't hit a damn thing but it didn't matter. She only needed to get away from the wall to the other side. It worked as the men took cover and Revy crossed to the other side in the hall, popping off four rounds in the process.
It's a good thing they weren't using 50 cals or M2's or I'd have a new asshole right now.
She wanted to kick herself right about now square in the crotch for her lack of resistant earlier. All of this could have been avoided if she had just waited until Rock got in the office tomorrow morning and sacked him then and there and there wasn't a damn thing he or anybody else could have done about it. Instead of making her stronger, her training could be her undoing if this gunfight went on for much longer. It made her sluggish and it was only luck and dogged willpower to not lose to these bastards that had kept her alive so far. She's been holding out on her own by not fucking up too much all her life. It wasn't going to end here of all places.
She waited for the men to resume their assault and the sons of bitches didn't disappoint as they started to fire shots again at her current location immediately. Eventually, they would run out and at that time she couldn't afford to be out of bullets to kill them with. So she waited, biding her time, waiting for the opportunity. She was just thinking that she could fall back, a strategy to lure them to come out and look for her when movement out of the corner of her eye drew her attention and she reacted. One gun trained on the figures coming from her left at the far side of the hall, their hands on rifles.
More of them? Shit!
She was a sitting duck in the open hallway. Was this one of those pussy-ass-sayings of, 'be careful what you wished for'?
Yeah, no shit. She thought.
There was no way in hell was she going to die here. No way.
Falling back was no longer on the table. She could curse her stupidity later when she got out of this mess alive. She had a date of sorts with the man responsible for all of this and she wasn't going to miss it for anything.
In this line of work, some mistakes you don't live to regret. But sure as hell, she was getting out of this alive and there was only one more thing she could do at this point.
In a last spurt of energy, Revy crouched low then rolled into the room, guns aimed at both men. She pulled the trigger, again and again, to make up for the dysfunction of her ambidexterity and shitty aim at the moment. Bullets went flying. Doughboy cried out first, dropping his gun as he crumpled to the floor, clutching his right leg. Blondy followed him soon afterward, making a gurgling noise as he futilely tried to stem the blood coming from the gaping hole in his neck before slumping to the floor, dead. The whole thing was over in a few seconds.
But there was no time to breathe a sigh of relief as the sounds of heavy boots coming from the hallway stopped just before the door.
Revy dragged the whimpering fat man before her, looping an arm around his stocky neck and using him as a human shield. Her breaths were loud in her ears. Her hand holding the gun up under the man's double chin shook slightly. Seemingly endless moments of silence passed.
"Two Hands," Came the unmistakable sonorous voice of Balalaika from the hallway. It was more of a greeting, not a question.
"Yeah," Revy answered flatly but she didn't lower her gun, not for a second. Burn arms burn, but there was no way she was going to lower her guard even if it was Big Sis. She still didn't know why Balalaika was here or what was going on. Did that also mean that Rock was with her? Maybe he didn't know that his place had been trashed and he was just coming home? But why was he coming back with Balalaika and why did that thought piss her off a little more than it should?
Her musings were interrupted by the static sound of radio before Balalaika spoke to her again.
"I see that you've managed to keep one of them alive." Her heels click-clack on the floor heralding her approach to the door and in seconds she was standing in front of it, canting her head at the girl with her gun cocked and ready to blow the red-faced man's brains to high hell.
Revy was just wondering how she knew that when she saw a red dot on her arm. Her head swiveled around. There, through the window, on the roof on the next building over was a sniper.
"What the hell is going on?" She asked.
"Donald," Balalaika said to the man, ignoring Revy's question. "I can't say that I'm surprised.
"You Russian bitch!" Donald spat vehemently, "I ain't telling you shit. So go ahead and pull the trigger. Save yourself the time."
Fatty had balls? Who knew. Revy thought, arching her eyebrows. She thought that he would be begging for his life right about now.
As if it appeared from nowhere, Balalaika took out her pistol and shot off a round into the man's injured leg, kneecapping the bastard. Revy took that moment to move from behind the howling man and holster her weapons.
Two giant Russians came into the room just then. Each man took one of Donald's flabby arms and heaved him to his feet or foot, in this case then carried him out.
"Hey sis, you still haven't answered my question. You owe me an explanation."
"I owe you nothing." Balalaika told Revy, "In fact, your intervention almost blew everything out the water. I almost gave my sniper the order to shoot you." The woman told her nonchalantly. "None of this concerns you, Two Hands,"
Revy wanted to fume, anger making her tongue quick before she could stop the words from spilling out.
"Where is Rock?" Revy asked through gritted teeth. "He concerns me."
A slow smile graced the Russian woman's lips. Her blue eyes alive with amusement.
"Does he then?"
