she walked down the hallway, calm as could be. it was quiet.
footsteps echoed in the quiet.
she pulled her hair back, left it up in a ponytail. it swayed slightly as she walked, her pace increasing. she reached her right hand down, pulled out her weapon.
she raised it to her lips and kissed it, slid the easy safety on it back with her tongue.
"do me well tonight," she whispered to it.
she held it at her side again, and walked on, winding around corners, stepping through doors. some were locked.
she forced them open anyways.
another hallway, long and gray. the lights in the ceiling were dim.
a uniformed man emerged from a junction further down the hall. he carried a big gun; pretty, she thought.
he noticed her.
"Hey," he shouted down at her. She tilted her head back and smiled. she did not stop. he began to shout a question down at her.
she raised the gun in one fluid motion, and shot only once.
the bang echoed and bounced around on the walls.
bits of blood and brain and bone spattered the wall. he fell; the gun clattered to the ground.
the spent casing clinked onto the floor.
more would come, she knew. she walked past the body, stepped over it. she would leave his gun alone. for now, anyways. there would be more.
many more.
she checked the map she had memorized, plotted out the route she was going to take. she turned another corner, and was greeted by a man pointing his gun at her.
"Drop your weapon." it was not an optional thing.
"You first," she said sweetly, and shot him in the chest. he staggered backwards and fell with a loud thump.
she stepped over to him, knelt down, and gathered up a fistful of his uniform. with a bit of effort she pulled him up a bit.
"it isn't polite to point your weapon at a lady," she whispered in his ear. she let go of him, and he dropped to the floor again, groaning. blood was trickling onto the floor. she walked on.
she felled another man after that, too. she gave him a kiss on the cheek, thanked him, and took his gun. she took his extra clip as well. both were heavy. powerful.
delightful, to be quite honest.
she slung the strap of it over her shoulder, situated it upon her back. it was comfortable there, and she talked to it as she walked.
she navigated the compound. by the time she emerged in the final, long hallway that led to the door she sought to open, a fair amount of men had amassed in front of it, all of them aiming right at her.
she flashed her happy smile at them, crossed half the distance to them. her gun found its way into the holster at her side.
they told her to stop.
she did, and she reached back and undid her hair. she shook her head, and it splayed out over her shoulders. she took the gun off of her back, and undid its safety.
"how come you always wait to shoot?" she asked them, genuinely curious, before dropping to one knee and bracing the gun against herself.
she squeezed the trigger.
it rat-a-tat-tatted them all to death.
she set the spent gun aside down gently, petted it.
"you did a good job," she told it. "thank you."
Medli stood again, and finished the hallway. she nudged one of the bodies out of the way with her foot, delicately, and opened the door.
she stepped in, and it was dark. the room was large.
the woman sat on a slightly elevated platform, in a uniform of her own. red hair, straight as an arrow, fell down her back. the monitors of the computers and various screens around her reflected in her glasses.
Medli pulled the gun from its holster, raised it, and pointed it at her, smiling the whole time.
"Your turn, Lady," she said.
the woman smiled back.
"Good job."