No Remorse
Chapter Three: The Capitol's Rabid Lap Dog
Katniss
"Gale! Grab the stash!" I yelled. The security guards were swarming around us now. I pulled out the two Glocks on either side of me. This is one perk of my rather recent occupation. Guns. Guns, guns, guns. I love them. They are so final. I started firing. The second part of my…occupation that I love: ending those miserable pieces of flesh's existence. Sixteen men fell before me. I think I got two with one shot. Not the norm, but pleasing. Gale was busy stuffing the money into the duffel bag. I was covering him.
Holy Shit.
Hover Cars. A rather recent invention of the Capitol's. They are used strictly for security reasons. I don't know much about them yet. But my computer eyes should be able to scan the blueprint of it from its ruins.
Damn….
I pulled a Frag from my bra and chucked it at the abomination. Hey, when you "accidentally raid a lingerie manufacturer, you might as well take advantage of the situation. I find the big ones especially useful for storing grenades.
I watched with grim satisfaction as the car exploded in front of me. The pilots fell screaming from the contraption in a trail of fire to meet the cold, hard ground.
Like fireworks, I thought. Or maybe a falling star.
Aaaaand I ran out of bullets. Great. I pitched the guns aside. I pulled a saw-off shotgun from my leg and set up a machine gun on a tripod (improvising is fun!) and rigged it to spin and fire automatically. I pulled on my spiked gloves and hurled myself into the bloodbath.
A/N: This is my shortest yet. But I think the action makes up for it. Some of my friends think this story is really boring and I would appreciate it if you voiced your opinion because I'm really sensitive when it comes to my writings. So…Read and Review!
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RIOTH