Jojo pressed herself against the brick wall of the alley, her belly prominent under her uniform. Her left hand rested gently on the swell of her pregnancy, as if willing it to stay safe amidst the hail of bullets flying past her head. The exposed midriff exacerbated by the snug fit of her gear.
Her right hand gripped her pistol firmly, scanning the chaotic scene before her with a practiced eye. She had to survive this, had to keep fighting to pay the bills and give her unborn child a chance at a better life. The thought of being sidelined by injury or worse sent a shiver down her spine.
As she peeked around the corner, Jojo's mind raced with calculations. How many shots until her magazine was empty? Where were the enemy positions? When would be the best moment to strike back and take cover again? Her training kicked in, honing her focus on the task at hand – staying alive.
A stray bullet ricocheted off the wall behind her, sending a shower of sparks flying. Jojo flinched, her grip on the pistol tightening as she willed herself to remain calm. She had to keep moving, keep fighting, for the sake of her child and the future she wanted to build with them. With a deep breath, she steeled herself for what was to come, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back.
Her right hand gripped her pistol firmly, scanning the chaotic scene before her with a practiced eye. She had to survive this, had to keep fighting to pay the bills and give her unborn child a chance at a better life. The thought of being sidelined by injury or worse sent a shiver down her spine.
As she peeked around the corner, Jojo's mind raced with calculations. How many shots until her magazine was empty? Where were the enemy positions? When would be the best moment to strike back and take cover again? Her training kicked in, honing her focus on the task at hand – staying alive.
A stray bullet ricocheted off the wall behind her, sending a shower of sparks flying. Jojo flinched, her grip on the pistol tightening as she willed herself to remain calm. She had to keep moving, keep fighting, for the sake of her child and the future she wanted to build with them. With a deep breath, she steeled herself for what was to come, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back.
Theresa burst into the crossfire, pistol blazing in her hands as she unleashed a hail of bullets. Return fire ripped through the air, shredding the wall beside her. She slapped at it with her left hand, brief respite before three rounds tore through her chest, one punching clear out her back.
Government forces surged forward, boots pounding the pavement in unison as they advanced on the entrenched enemy. Theresa's pistol fire stuttered to silence, still smoking, amidst the wreckage of concrete and blood.
The tank rumbled on, its cannon booming in the distance, as it provided covering fire for the advancing troops. Among the fallen, Theresa lay forgotten, her green uniform askew amidst the crimson pool spreading beneath her - just another expendable trooper in a war that cared little for individual lives. The Government forces pressed on, leaving her body behind like so many others, as they claimed victory at any cost.
Government forces surged forward, boots pounding the pavement in unison as they advanced on the entrenched enemy. Theresa's pistol fire stuttered to silence, still smoking, amidst the wreckage of concrete and blood.
The tank rumbled on, its cannon booming in the distance, as it provided covering fire for the advancing troops. Among the fallen, Theresa lay forgotten, her green uniform askew amidst the crimson pool spreading beneath her - just another expendable trooper in a war that cared little for individual lives. The Government forces pressed on, leaving her body behind like so many others, as they claimed victory at any cost.
Elise cowered behind the corner, her pistol trembling in her right hand as Black Hand henchgirls closed in with calculated precision. Bullets ricocheted off the walls, one grazing her ear and another shredding her jacket. The alleyway seemed to shrink, the air thickening with tension.
As a Government soldier, Elise was no stranger to danger, but this situation felt hopeless. She peeked out, taking aim at the lead henchgirl, and fired a shot that sent the woman stumbling back. Elise ducked behind cover as return fire pummelled the walls, the cacophony of noise deafening her. The concrete dust choked the air, making it hard to breathe.
A muffled thud echoed down the alley, followed by scuffling feet and a cry of pain. One of their own had fallen, but Elise's situation remained desperate. With a swift glance around the corner, she saw a wounded Black Hand agent struggling to rise.
She took aim once more, ending his fight with a single shot that sent him crashing back down. As the henchgirls regrouped and prepared to resume their attack, Elise remained frozen behind the corner, her pistol still trembling in her hand as bullets continued to rip past her, mere inches away. Her Government training and years of service had prepared her for many battles, but this moment seemed to have reached a dead end.
As a Government soldier, Elise was no stranger to danger, but this situation felt hopeless. She peeked out, taking aim at the lead henchgirl, and fired a shot that sent the woman stumbling back. Elise ducked behind cover as return fire pummelled the walls, the cacophony of noise deafening her. The concrete dust choked the air, making it hard to breathe.
A muffled thud echoed down the alley, followed by scuffling feet and a cry of pain. One of their own had fallen, but Elise's situation remained desperate. With a swift glance around the corner, she saw a wounded Black Hand agent struggling to rise.
She took aim once more, ending his fight with a single shot that sent him crashing back down. As the henchgirls regrouped and prepared to resume their attack, Elise remained frozen behind the corner, her pistol still trembling in her hand as bullets continued to rip past her, mere inches away. Her Government training and years of service had prepared her for many battles, but this moment seemed to have reached a dead end.
The late afternoon sun struggled to pierce the smog-choked sky, casting an eerie, sickly light over the desolate city street. Esther stood like a phantom, draped in a black leather catsuit that absorbed the gloom, her dark red corset cinched tight as if to contain the darkness that roiled within her. Her pistol was raised, the barrel still warm from the shot that had just ended a life.
Millie, a Government guard, was slumped against a graffiti covered wall, her blonde bob was slick with sweat, blood seeping from the gaping wound in her chest. Her eyes were wide with fear, but Esther didn’t care. She had seen that look too many times to care. Millie was just another tool, a disposable piece in the machinery of control.
The street was dead quiet, the kind of silence that felt like the calm before a storm. Esther scanned the area, her face set in a hard mask. There was no guilt, no second thoughts. Millie’s final, ragged breath slipped into the air, unnoticed. Esther turned and walked away, leaving the corpse behind without a second glance, her mind already on the next target. The city swallowed her up, just another shadow in a world that had long since forgotten what mercy meant.
Millie, a Government guard, was slumped against a graffiti covered wall, her blonde bob was slick with sweat, blood seeping from the gaping wound in her chest. Her eyes were wide with fear, but Esther didn’t care. She had seen that look too many times to care. Millie was just another tool, a disposable piece in the machinery of control.
The street was dead quiet, the kind of silence that felt like the calm before a storm. Esther scanned the area, her face set in a hard mask. There was no guilt, no second thoughts. Millie’s final, ragged breath slipped into the air, unnoticed. Esther turned and walked away, leaving the corpse behind without a second glance, her mind already on the next target. The city swallowed her up, just another shadow in a world that had long since forgotten what mercy meant.
Mille’s family had always been attracted to power like moths to a flame. Thousand of years ago, her ancestors had, in the mountains of Vasaro, had walked into Aetheria House to swear allegiance to the Acardi family and take up arms for the Blue Swans, attracted by their shared dream of seizing control of the lands of Caladora, something that they regarded as their birth right. Generations of the family had willingly handed over four in every five girls to the Blue Swans, girls that would grow up and die as Blue Swans as they faced the vast armies of Caladora, alongside regular bloody clashes with local Sword Maiden orders, who the Caladorans had enlisted to defend their lands.
Now, as the majority of the world was controlled by the faceless and bureaucratic entity known only as the “Government”, Millie’s family proudly served in it’s army. This was not as noble an aim as it might seem, whilst there were few figureheads to speak of, the army was a hive of corrupt administrators, expert in financial sleights of hand, having some level of family ties to notable units was a useful security. Millie, like her sisters and her forbears, carried out whatever heartless repression the Government required, whether it was fighting Black Hand Corporation henchwomen by the hundreds or putting down local populations without mercy, but her first loyalty was to the family, if that meant she would die like so many other family members, so be it.
Now, as the majority of the world was controlled by the faceless and bureaucratic entity known only as the “Government”, Millie’s family proudly served in it’s army. This was not as noble an aim as it might seem, whilst there were few figureheads to speak of, the army was a hive of corrupt administrators, expert in financial sleights of hand, having some level of family ties to notable units was a useful security. Millie, like her sisters and her forbears, carried out whatever heartless repression the Government required, whether it was fighting Black Hand Corporation henchwomen by the hundreds or putting down local populations without mercy, but her first loyalty was to the family, if that meant she would die like so many other family members, so be it.
Katarina stood at the alter, contemplating the upcoming mission. The Black Hand Corporation was muscling in on the Sisterhood's territory, weapon sales were down 50% and even the druggies were staying away. Sister Superior was furious, the flow of cash into the Sisterhood was still dropping.
Without the funds, how could they continue to do the Lord's work? What *did* so much money get spent on? She didn't know, her trust in the Sister Superior was complete and unshakeable, but surely there had to be an easier, safer, *less violent* way to approach this? It's not that she minded the violence itself, gunning down Black Hand Corporation bitches was fun and they died in great numbers before the Sisterhood, but that always came at a cost in lives of Sisters.
Katarina picked herself out of her thoughts, as she told herself many times before, this was the Lord's work she was doing...
Without the funds, how could they continue to do the Lord's work? What *did* so much money get spent on? She didn't know, her trust in the Sister Superior was complete and unshakeable, but surely there had to be an easier, safer, *less violent* way to approach this? It's not that she minded the violence itself, gunning down Black Hand Corporation bitches was fun and they died in great numbers before the Sisterhood, but that always came at a cost in lives of Sisters.
Katarina picked herself out of her thoughts, as she told herself many times before, this was the Lord's work she was doing...
In the heart of the city, amidst the gunfire and chaos of battle, Carina found herself thrust into the harrowing depths of the unknown alongside Jojo, Isra, and a team of Black Hand operatives, they fought the formidable Government forces guarding the warehouse—the crates inside held the key to untold millions
As bullets whizzed past, Carina's heart hammered in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Taking cover behind a column, as the rounds crashed against the stone, she heard screams as Jojo and Isra, took hits and fell dying at her feet, their pain a chilling reminder of the brutal reality of what being back in the action entailed.
Fear clawed at Carina's insides as she stared down at her fallen allies and the weight of responsibility bore down upon her. She had just returned from maternity leave, her thoughts often drifting to the safety of her newborn child. In that moment, the gravity of her choices hit her like a freight train. This was no ordinary job—it was a perilous gamble where the stakes were impossibly high, and the cost of failure unimaginable.
With trembling hands, Carina fought to steady her nerves, her mind racing with the realization of just how dangerous their mission had become. The line between duty and personal safety blurred as she grappled with the harsh truth of their reality.
But amidst the fear and uncertainty, a fierce determination burned within her. She would not falter, not when so much was at stake. With grit and resolve, Carina rallied her remaining comrades. Amidst the chaos and the gunfire, they were warriors forged in the crucible of adversity, she swung her gun towards the advancing Government forces, determined to defy fate and emerge victorious against all odds.
As bullets whizzed past, Carina's heart hammered in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Taking cover behind a column, as the rounds crashed against the stone, she heard screams as Jojo and Isra, took hits and fell dying at her feet, their pain a chilling reminder of the brutal reality of what being back in the action entailed.
Fear clawed at Carina's insides as she stared down at her fallen allies and the weight of responsibility bore down upon her. She had just returned from maternity leave, her thoughts often drifting to the safety of her newborn child. In that moment, the gravity of her choices hit her like a freight train. This was no ordinary job—it was a perilous gamble where the stakes were impossibly high, and the cost of failure unimaginable.
With trembling hands, Carina fought to steady her nerves, her mind racing with the realization of just how dangerous their mission had become. The line between duty and personal safety blurred as she grappled with the harsh truth of their reality.
But amidst the fear and uncertainty, a fierce determination burned within her. She would not falter, not when so much was at stake. With grit and resolve, Carina rallied her remaining comrades. Amidst the chaos and the gunfire, they were warriors forged in the crucible of adversity, she swung her gun towards the advancing Government forces, determined to defy fate and emerge victorious against all odds.
In the industrial quarter of the city, I find myself at the heart of a crucial Black Hand Corporation gun deal, millions of credits are at stake. The air is thick with tension as I keep watch over the meeting point, one wrong move could spell disaster for us all. Then, amidst the chaos of daily life, I spot her—a lone cop, prowling like a wolf on the scent of prey. Fear grips me momentarily, knowing the danger she poses to our carefully laid plans. With a careful and silent approach, I corner her, my gun drawn and ready. The cop freezes, her eyes wide with terror as she realizes the gravity of her situation.
In that moment of confrontation, her submissiveness is palpable. She raises her hands slowly, a gesture of surrender, her grip tight around a gun in her right hand, while her left clutches a pair of sunglasses. Her lips part, a look of fear crossed her face Despite the bravado she might display on the streets, here in the shadows, she's just another pawn in our deadly game, a legal complication.
As I stand before her, weighing my decision carefully. Does she live or die? Her beauty distracts me momentarily but in the end, survival is a ruthless game, and sentimentality is a luxury I cannot afford.
In that moment of confrontation, her submissiveness is palpable. She raises her hands slowly, a gesture of surrender, her grip tight around a gun in her right hand, while her left clutches a pair of sunglasses. Her lips part, a look of fear crossed her face Despite the bravado she might display on the streets, here in the shadows, she's just another pawn in our deadly game, a legal complication.
As I stand before her, weighing my decision carefully. Does she live or die? Her beauty distracts me momentarily but in the end, survival is a ruthless game, and sentimentality is a luxury I cannot afford.
In the heart of the bustling city, Hanna determined police officer, pursues a notorious Black Hand operative, Katarina, through the labyrinthine streets. Each step echoes the urgency of the pursuit, a high-stakes game of cat and mouse.
As Katarina whirls around to face her, desperation etched into her features, Hanna's training kicks in. With lightning reflexes, she draws her weapon, the cold steel a testament to her unwavering resolve. Time slows to a crawl as their eyes meet, the tension thick in the air. In a heartbeat, Hanna fires, the gunshot shattering the silence of the night.
Katarina staggers, a look of disbelief crossing her face as the bullet finds its mark, piercing her chest. She stumbles backward, her form colliding against the weathered doorway of a nearby bar. Hanna, her breath ragged with adrenaline, rushes forward, her heart heavy with the weight of the moment.
Kneeling beside Katarina, Hanna's hands move with practiced precision, checking for signs of life. Her fingers press against the cool skin of Katarina's neck, searching for a pulse. Realising one is not there to be found, Hanna reaches for her radio, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.
"Victor fife-seven-niner, Suspect neutralised." She paused for a moment, admiring the beauty of her now silent prey. Such a shame, she mused...
As Katarina whirls around to face her, desperation etched into her features, Hanna's training kicks in. With lightning reflexes, she draws her weapon, the cold steel a testament to her unwavering resolve. Time slows to a crawl as their eyes meet, the tension thick in the air. In a heartbeat, Hanna fires, the gunshot shattering the silence of the night.
Katarina staggers, a look of disbelief crossing her face as the bullet finds its mark, piercing her chest. She stumbles backward, her form colliding against the weathered doorway of a nearby bar. Hanna, her breath ragged with adrenaline, rushes forward, her heart heavy with the weight of the moment.
Kneeling beside Katarina, Hanna's hands move with practiced precision, checking for signs of life. Her fingers press against the cool skin of Katarina's neck, searching for a pulse. Realising one is not there to be found, Hanna reaches for her radio, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.
"Victor fife-seven-niner, Suspect neutralised." She paused for a moment, admiring the beauty of her now silent prey. Such a shame, she mused...
The staccato of gunfire echoes through the narrow alley. Rose and I were cornered in a dead end alley, the relentless police forces were closing in. Fear pulses through my veins, I touch Rose's hand gently as we ready for the coming fight.
Cornered and outnumbered, Rose and I exchange a silent nod, a grim acknowledgment of the dire situation. Our guns levelled towards the siren sounds of the arriving police, we brace ourselves for the inevitable onslaught.
Suddenly, the world slows to a crawl as bullets tear through the silence. Rose's body jerks violently as she's struck in the chest, her eyes wide with shock before she crumples to the ground, falling lifelessly on her back. For a fleeting moment, I'm frozen in disbelief, the weight of loss crashing down upon me like a tidal wave.
But amidst the chaos, instinct takes hold. With trembling hands, I raise my weapon, eyes locked on the redheaded officer who dealt the fatal blow to Rose. The world narrows to a singular focus as I squeeze the trigger, the recoil jolting through my body as the officer falls, her form crumpling like a puppet with severed strings.
Yet, there's no time to mourn. As I loose off rounds at the increasing number of officers, two more , one a blonde and one with jet black hair, materialize from behind parked cars to my left, their shouts of "FREEZE!" piercing the cacophony of the alley.
Torn between the threats from multiple directions, I loose off another round and the two nearest officers don't hesitate. Their bullets tear into my chest and I feel a sudden explosion of pain. This is it...
Cornered and outnumbered, Rose and I exchange a silent nod, a grim acknowledgment of the dire situation. Our guns levelled towards the siren sounds of the arriving police, we brace ourselves for the inevitable onslaught.
Suddenly, the world slows to a crawl as bullets tear through the silence. Rose's body jerks violently as she's struck in the chest, her eyes wide with shock before she crumples to the ground, falling lifelessly on her back. For a fleeting moment, I'm frozen in disbelief, the weight of loss crashing down upon me like a tidal wave.
But amidst the chaos, instinct takes hold. With trembling hands, I raise my weapon, eyes locked on the redheaded officer who dealt the fatal blow to Rose. The world narrows to a singular focus as I squeeze the trigger, the recoil jolting through my body as the officer falls, her form crumpling like a puppet with severed strings.
Yet, there's no time to mourn. As I loose off rounds at the increasing number of officers, two more , one a blonde and one with jet black hair, materialize from behind parked cars to my left, their shouts of "FREEZE!" piercing the cacophony of the alley.
Torn between the threats from multiple directions, I loose off another round and the two nearest officers don't hesitate. Their bullets tear into my chest and I feel a sudden explosion of pain. This is it...
Carina felt the weight of her swollen belly pressing against her as she sprinted through the dimly lit alley. The echoing sound of gunfire reverberated off the crumbling brick walls, mingling with the frantic rhythm of her heart. She was a Black Hand henchgirl, pregnant but still fighting to make ends meet in the ruthless underworld of the city.
Tonight's job had gone sideways from the start. What was supposed to be a routine exchange had turned into a full-blown gunfight with the police. Carina's breath came in ragged gasps as she darted between crates and overturned trash cans, her senses sharpened by adrenaline, her passenger oblivious to the danger. Isra was the first to fall. A bullet found its mark as she pushed Carina out of danger. She crumpled to the ground, her spirit silenced in an instant.
Carina's breath caught in her throat as she watched Isra's lifeless form hit the pavement, the reality of their peril crashing down upon her. Her battle sister had saved her, but why? Then she felt a kick...
Rose, steadfast and unyielding, threw herself in harm's way, blocking a shot aimed for Carina's left. The force of the impact sent her staggering backward, a fierce determination blazing in her eyes even as pain radiated through her body.
As Carina fired at the approaching officers, Theresa, who had been sheltering next to the trash compactor, leapt across the narrow alley to shield her from incoming fire. The crack of gunfire echoed through the night as Theresa took the bullets meant for Carina, her body jerking with the impact as she fell to the ground, blood staining her uniform. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Carina watched in horror, her heart aching with each loss. Isra, Rose, Theresa—they had been more than comrades; they had been her sisters in arms, bound together by blood and loyalty.
And so she did, driven by a fierce determination to survive, for herself, for her unborn child, for the memories of those who had fallen beside her. The footsteps of approaching officers echoed against the cold pavement as they raced round the end of the alley, the sound of gunfire and sirens echoing in her ears. Carina found herself surrounded, the ominous click of guns cocking filling the air. With nowhere left to run, she sank to her knees, her hands instinctively cradling her swollen belly, her heart heavy with resignation. She dropped her gun and raised her hands whilst officer Millie aimed her gun at her and other officers closed in.
Tonight's job had gone sideways from the start. What was supposed to be a routine exchange had turned into a full-blown gunfight with the police. Carina's breath came in ragged gasps as she darted between crates and overturned trash cans, her senses sharpened by adrenaline, her passenger oblivious to the danger. Isra was the first to fall. A bullet found its mark as she pushed Carina out of danger. She crumpled to the ground, her spirit silenced in an instant.
Carina's breath caught in her throat as she watched Isra's lifeless form hit the pavement, the reality of their peril crashing down upon her. Her battle sister had saved her, but why? Then she felt a kick...
Rose, steadfast and unyielding, threw herself in harm's way, blocking a shot aimed for Carina's left. The force of the impact sent her staggering backward, a fierce determination blazing in her eyes even as pain radiated through her body.
As Carina fired at the approaching officers, Theresa, who had been sheltering next to the trash compactor, leapt across the narrow alley to shield her from incoming fire. The crack of gunfire echoed through the night as Theresa took the bullets meant for Carina, her body jerking with the impact as she fell to the ground, blood staining her uniform. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Carina watched in horror, her heart aching with each loss. Isra, Rose, Theresa—they had been more than comrades; they had been her sisters in arms, bound together by blood and loyalty.
And so she did, driven by a fierce determination to survive, for herself, for her unborn child, for the memories of those who had fallen beside her. The footsteps of approaching officers echoed against the cold pavement as they raced round the end of the alley, the sound of gunfire and sirens echoing in her ears. Carina found herself surrounded, the ominous click of guns cocking filling the air. With nowhere left to run, she sank to her knees, her hands instinctively cradling her swollen belly, her heart heavy with resignation. She dropped her gun and raised her hands whilst officer Millie aimed her gun at her and other officers closed in.
The industrial district lay dormant beneath a veil of smog, the distant hum of machinery providing an eerie soundtrack to Barbara's patrol. Dressed in the signature leather of the Black Hand Corporation, she navigated the alleys with lethal grace until a chilling sight brought her to an abrupt halt.
Bodies lined the alley, Barbara recognised some of them. Jojo, with her flowing blonde hair, lay sprawled on the cold ground, her vibrant energy replaced by an unsettling stillness. Rose, lay beneath her, her neck twisted in an unnatural pose, while Chloe, the newest member of the team, lay silently nearby. Moonlight filtered through grime-streaked windows, casting an otherworldly glow on the motionless henchgirls.
Barbara's heart raced as she knelt beside them, hands moving with urgency to check for signs of life. The lack of breath from Jojo, Rose, and Chloe meant they were all dead, Rose's neck suggesting their necks had been brutally snapped.
Details of the ambush unfolded before Barbara's discerning eyes—the discarded weapons, the faint scent of struggle lingering in the air. The betraying silence of the alley closed in, amplifying the gravity of the situation. Her friends had fallen, and the shadows held secrets she needed to unveil.
Unbeknownst to Barbara, a shadowy figure, Katarina, moved stealthily towards her prey, the fallen henchgirls mere witnesses to the impending attack.
Bodies lined the alley, Barbara recognised some of them. Jojo, with her flowing blonde hair, lay sprawled on the cold ground, her vibrant energy replaced by an unsettling stillness. Rose, lay beneath her, her neck twisted in an unnatural pose, while Chloe, the newest member of the team, lay silently nearby. Moonlight filtered through grime-streaked windows, casting an otherworldly glow on the motionless henchgirls.
Barbara's heart raced as she knelt beside them, hands moving with urgency to check for signs of life. The lack of breath from Jojo, Rose, and Chloe meant they were all dead, Rose's neck suggesting their necks had been brutally snapped.
Details of the ambush unfolded before Barbara's discerning eyes—the discarded weapons, the faint scent of struggle lingering in the air. The betraying silence of the alley closed in, amplifying the gravity of the situation. Her friends had fallen, and the shadows held secrets she needed to unveil.
Unbeknownst to Barbara, a shadowy figure, Katarina, moved stealthily towards her prey, the fallen henchgirls mere witnesses to the impending attack.
Under the blazing midday sun, Officer Millie sped through the bustling streets in her police pickup, the radio crackling with urgency. A report echoed through the vehicle's speakers, detailing shots fired just a couple of streets away. The weight of responsibility settled on her shoulders as she maneuverered through traffic, sirens piercing the daylight calm.
Arriving at the scene, Officer Millie leaped out of her pickup, pistol gripped tightly in her right hand. The sun cast long shadows across the pavement as she surveyed the area. The atmosphere was tense, as Officer Millie scanned her surroundings.
A sudden noise drew her attention to the rear of her police pickup. Without hesitation, she dove to the ground just as a bullet whistled past her head. The sound echoed through the daytime stillness, and adrenaline surged through her veins.
The Black Hand operatives, emboldened by the chaos they had unleashed, rounded the corner, their faces hidden behind masks. Officer Millie rose from her crouched position, determined and focused. The sunlight glinted off her badge as she exchanged gunfire with the assailants, the staccato rhythm of shots disrupting the usual daytime tranquillity.
Arriving at the scene, Officer Millie leaped out of her pickup, pistol gripped tightly in her right hand. The sun cast long shadows across the pavement as she surveyed the area. The atmosphere was tense, as Officer Millie scanned her surroundings.
A sudden noise drew her attention to the rear of her police pickup. Without hesitation, she dove to the ground just as a bullet whistled past her head. The sound echoed through the daytime stillness, and adrenaline surged through her veins.
The Black Hand operatives, emboldened by the chaos they had unleashed, rounded the corner, their faces hidden behind masks. Officer Millie rose from her crouched position, determined and focused. The sunlight glinted off her badge as she exchanged gunfire with the assailants, the staccato rhythm of shots disrupting the usual daytime tranquillity.
"Can I touch it?" asked Rose, eyeing Carina's bump with a mixture of awe and adoration. Carina could feel Irina's gaze from behind her and sighed.
"Quickly...." barked Carina, this stop had been a bad idea, bill collectors didn't care if she was pregnant, so it didn't matter how badly her Black Hand uniform fit, she had to keep going, with her darling little sapling on board for the ride. If the others spent all their time looking at her bump, how on earth would they find the target? Would their target find them instead? She felt Rose's hand on her belly, this must be the 15th time this mission....
"I felt it kick!" squeaked Rose with delight.....
"Quickly...." barked Carina, this stop had been a bad idea, bill collectors didn't care if she was pregnant, so it didn't matter how badly her Black Hand uniform fit, she had to keep going, with her darling little sapling on board for the ride. If the others spent all their time looking at her bump, how on earth would they find the target? Would their target find them instead? She felt Rose's hand on her belly, this must be the 15th time this mission....
"I felt it kick!" squeaked Rose with delight.....
In the covert shadows of a run down bar, SSR and Irina, two Black Hand agents, found themselves immersed in an unconventional celebration after successfully defending a high-stakes arms deal. The air was thick with the scent of SSR's beer and the sharp tang of Irina's vodka.
As the night progressed, fuelled by the euphoria of their successful mission, SSR and Irina decided to elevate their revelry. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Irina seized the opportunity, hopping onto SSR's back with the grace of a seasoned operative. In her left hand, she brandished a sleek Black Hand-issue pistol, determined to add an element of danger to their impromptu celebration.
SSR, a sturdy and somewhat bemused figure, carried Irina piggyback as she waved the pistol theatrically. The bar's patrons exchanged glances, caught bet#ween nervous amusement and a genuine concern for their safety. Unbeknownst to the duo, their unconventional display was turning heads and drawing attention in the secretive establishment.
However, amidst the commotion, Rose, the pragmatic and level-headed member of the team, sensed the potential for disaster. In a swift and discreet move, she made a hasty exit through a side door, her instincts warning her that someone might be about to get shot, and if she stuck around it would probably be her....
Irina, fueled by the adrenaline of their recent mission and the intoxicating blend of vodka, found herself revelling in the unconventional joyride. The pistol-waving display, though seemingly perilous, was met with a mix of gasps and reluctant laughter from the onlookers.
Before long, a shot rang out....
As the night progressed, fuelled by the euphoria of their successful mission, SSR and Irina decided to elevate their revelry. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Irina seized the opportunity, hopping onto SSR's back with the grace of a seasoned operative. In her left hand, she brandished a sleek Black Hand-issue pistol, determined to add an element of danger to their impromptu celebration.
SSR, a sturdy and somewhat bemused figure, carried Irina piggyback as she waved the pistol theatrically. The bar's patrons exchanged glances, caught bet#ween nervous amusement and a genuine concern for their safety. Unbeknownst to the duo, their unconventional display was turning heads and drawing attention in the secretive establishment.
However, amidst the commotion, Rose, the pragmatic and level-headed member of the team, sensed the potential for disaster. In a swift and discreet move, she made a hasty exit through a side door, her instincts warning her that someone might be about to get shot, and if she stuck around it would probably be her....
Irina, fueled by the adrenaline of their recent mission and the intoxicating blend of vodka, found herself revelling in the unconventional joyride. The pistol-waving display, though seemingly perilous, was met with a mix of gasps and reluctant laughter from the onlookers.
Before long, a shot rang out....
Katarina, her leather-clad form blending seamlessly with the powerful Black Hand motorbike beneath her, roared down the desolate road. Behind her, Barbara clung tightly, her Uzi gripped firmly in her left hand. The wind howled around them as they approached a menacing Government checkpoint.
Without hesitation, Barbara unleashed a storm of bullets from her Uzi, the deafening roar of gunfire punctuating the chaos. Government troops scrambled for cover, their response swift and relentless. Bullets tore through the air, some ricocheting off the bike's metal frame, creating menacing sparks that briefly illuminated the perilous situation. Others whizzed past the duo, the sound of death narrowly missing its mark.
The motorbike surged forward, Katarina navigating through the perilous crossfire with astonishing skill. Adrenaline coursed through their veins, and the odds seemed insurmountable. The lethal danger they faced was palpable, each passing moment fraught with uncertainty. As the tumultuous battle unfolded, the outcome remained uncertain, the fate of Katarina and Barbara hanging in the balance.
Without hesitation, Barbara unleashed a storm of bullets from her Uzi, the deafening roar of gunfire punctuating the chaos. Government troops scrambled for cover, their response swift and relentless. Bullets tore through the air, some ricocheting off the bike's metal frame, creating menacing sparks that briefly illuminated the perilous situation. Others whizzed past the duo, the sound of death narrowly missing its mark.
The motorbike surged forward, Katarina navigating through the perilous crossfire with astonishing skill. Adrenaline coursed through their veins, and the odds seemed insurmountable. The lethal danger they faced was palpable, each passing moment fraught with uncertainty. As the tumultuous battle unfolded, the outcome remained uncertain, the fate of Katarina and Barbara hanging in the balance.
Isra crept along the alley wall towards the corner, she had heard noises from the street, Government forces were closing in. On the other side, Mara crept toward the ominous corner, her orders were to scout for the Black Hand raiders, her instincts told her they HAD to be near. Without sight of each other, both crept forwards, fingers trembling on their machine pistol triggers.
Every step seemed to reverberate with their shared fear of what lay ahead. As they inched closer to the fateful turn, their heartbeats pounded like war drums, drowning out all other sounds. Each knew that beyond that corner, their worlds could collide in an explosive confrontation.
Sweat trickled down their temples, Their breaths quickened. They were both warriors, trained for this moment, but the stakes had never been higher. With a final shared glance of dread, they rounded the corner simultaneously, weapons poised to unleash a storm of violence. Their eyes locked onto each other immediately. Their triggers were pulled...
Every step seemed to reverberate with their shared fear of what lay ahead. As they inched closer to the fateful turn, their heartbeats pounded like war drums, drowning out all other sounds. Each knew that beyond that corner, their worlds could collide in an explosive confrontation.
Sweat trickled down their temples, Their breaths quickened. They were both warriors, trained for this moment, but the stakes had never been higher. With a final shared glance of dread, they rounded the corner simultaneously, weapons poised to unleash a storm of violence. Their eyes locked onto each other immediately. Their triggers were pulled...
Theresa grabbed the Government trooper by the hair, the rest of her team were dead, she wanted out of this hell hole, this trooper would be her ticket. Boldly, she marched them straight towards the Government transport that had brought them here. Hanna winced, how had she been so stupid? She looked up and saw her comrades pointing their guns at her.
"We get the vehicle and your friend lives, understand bitches?" barked Theresa, this felt like a stupid move, but a non zero chance of survival was better than the zero chance of surviving alone in the god forsaken forest. "Be bold, strike gold" she told herself.
The gathered Government troopers looked shocked and confused, the audacity of this bitch.... Their fingers tightened on the triggers.
"We get the vehicle and your friend lives, understand bitches?" barked Theresa, this felt like a stupid move, but a non zero chance of survival was better than the zero chance of surviving alone in the god forsaken forest. "Be bold, strike gold" she told herself.
The gathered Government troopers looked shocked and confused, the audacity of this bitch.... Their fingers tightened on the triggers.
As the sirens blared, Irina and her team had set up a makeshift blockade using supply crates, using them as cover against the incoming onslaught of Government troops. The firefight had been intense from the start, but Irina's team had managed to hold their ground. Bullets whizzed past them, and the deafening noise of gunfire filled the air. Irina's heart raced, but she felt invincible in that moment, as though nothing could stop her.
As the Government troops increased their firepower and pressed forward, Irina's adrenaline surged. She took a deep breath, then with unwavering resolve, she planted her right leg firmly on the crate in front of her, using it to maintain a steady shooting stance. Her fingers squeezed the trigger of her pistol, each shot finding its mark with deadly precision.
A feeling of exhilaration filled her as she watched Government soldier after Government soldier fall to her bullets, as the number of bodies lying in the corridor grew, she felt so... alive. Seeing such brazen confidence, the rest of her squad opened fire, not wanting to let her down. The intensity of the battle was overwhelming, and a moment later there was the sickening thud of Ling taking a bullet to the chest and she fell by Irina's left foot with a weak cry. Irina watched her fall, but remained unshaken. She knew that the facility held vital secrets that must be protected at all costs.
Mei finished reloading and swung out to fire, willing herself to be the unyielding wall that would stand against the tide of Government forces. Within quick succession of thuds, she took a shot to the chest, one to the belly and one grazed her right side. A look of disbelief crossed her face, her hand reaching for her now pierced belly, blood flowed over her fingers as she dropped to her knees, then fell backwards, her face still not showing she believed she had been killed like this.
With just her and one of her squad members still alive, Irina started to doubt the plan, with a double tap she took down Mei's killer, the curvaceous blonde soldier screamed and staggered forwards clutching her wounds, but rounding the corner was ever more soldiers, the volume of fire increased rapidly. Irina and Chao-Xing stood their ground, knowing that they would not be spared if they failed. The sound of Chao-Xing taking one to the chest reached Irina's ears, but almost simultaneously she was caught by a burst of fire from fresh Government troops, two bullets slammed into her chest, one into her abs and one into her belly, the pain was immediate an overwhelming.
Knowing she was done for, she looked up as her strength started to fail and she fell backwards, a look of shock and desperation on her face. Moments later, as the Government troops picked their way through the corridor and the bodies of her squad, her last feeling was one of relief, how 4 Black Hand troopers had held back wave after wave of Government troops, the price in their blood had been high that day.
As the Government troops increased their firepower and pressed forward, Irina's adrenaline surged. She took a deep breath, then with unwavering resolve, she planted her right leg firmly on the crate in front of her, using it to maintain a steady shooting stance. Her fingers squeezed the trigger of her pistol, each shot finding its mark with deadly precision.
A feeling of exhilaration filled her as she watched Government soldier after Government soldier fall to her bullets, as the number of bodies lying in the corridor grew, she felt so... alive. Seeing such brazen confidence, the rest of her squad opened fire, not wanting to let her down. The intensity of the battle was overwhelming, and a moment later there was the sickening thud of Ling taking a bullet to the chest and she fell by Irina's left foot with a weak cry. Irina watched her fall, but remained unshaken. She knew that the facility held vital secrets that must be protected at all costs.
Mei finished reloading and swung out to fire, willing herself to be the unyielding wall that would stand against the tide of Government forces. Within quick succession of thuds, she took a shot to the chest, one to the belly and one grazed her right side. A look of disbelief crossed her face, her hand reaching for her now pierced belly, blood flowed over her fingers as she dropped to her knees, then fell backwards, her face still not showing she believed she had been killed like this.
With just her and one of her squad members still alive, Irina started to doubt the plan, with a double tap she took down Mei's killer, the curvaceous blonde soldier screamed and staggered forwards clutching her wounds, but rounding the corner was ever more soldiers, the volume of fire increased rapidly. Irina and Chao-Xing stood their ground, knowing that they would not be spared if they failed. The sound of Chao-Xing taking one to the chest reached Irina's ears, but almost simultaneously she was caught by a burst of fire from fresh Government troops, two bullets slammed into her chest, one into her abs and one into her belly, the pain was immediate an overwhelming.
Knowing she was done for, she looked up as her strength started to fail and she fell backwards, a look of shock and desperation on her face. Moments later, as the Government troops picked their way through the corridor and the bodies of her squad, her last feeling was one of relief, how 4 Black Hand troopers had held back wave after wave of Government troops, the price in their blood had been high that day.
Privates Iva and Katarina navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the secure Government lab, their attention absorbed by Iva's tales about her exploits at the previous night's wild party. Unbeknownst to them, Agent SSR, a Black Hand operative, lurked behind a massive data terminal, listening to the soldiers approach.
As the two soldiers approached his hiding spot, Agent SSR's sinister grin betrayed his malicious intent. Without warning, he emerged from behind the terminal, a pistol clutched firmly in his hand. In an instant, gunshots echoed through the sterile lab, shattering the tranquillity.
Iva and Katarina were caught completely off guard, their laughter morphing into screams of terror. The first three shots impacted Iva's chest and threw her backwards, a look of shock and pain on her face, she was hit before she knew what was going on. Without hesitation, SSR turned to Katarina, who had only just seen him, before firing rapidly at centre mass. Mortally wounded, Katarina fell to her knees as the lab transformed into a battlefield.
Amidst the chaos and gun smoke, the lab became a battleground, a clash between loyalty and treachery. Reinforcements arrived and SSR engaged, his mission had to succeed for the whole plan to work.
As the two soldiers approached his hiding spot, Agent SSR's sinister grin betrayed his malicious intent. Without warning, he emerged from behind the terminal, a pistol clutched firmly in his hand. In an instant, gunshots echoed through the sterile lab, shattering the tranquillity.
Iva and Katarina were caught completely off guard, their laughter morphing into screams of terror. The first three shots impacted Iva's chest and threw her backwards, a look of shock and pain on her face, she was hit before she knew what was going on. Without hesitation, SSR turned to Katarina, who had only just seen him, before firing rapidly at centre mass. Mortally wounded, Katarina fell to her knees as the lab transformed into a battlefield.
Amidst the chaos and gun smoke, the lab became a battleground, a clash between loyalty and treachery. Reinforcements arrived and SSR engaged, his mission had to succeed for the whole plan to work.
In the dimly lit alley, chaos reigned as the police and Black Hand Corp exchanged gunfire. The air was thick with tension and the staccato of bullets echoed through the narrow space, the firefight continued for about half an hour, but, finally, peace returned to the alley. Walking amongst the fallen bodies, Officer Isra, a beautiful police officer, her sidearm hot from sustained fire, surveyed the scene her gaze sweeping across the scene. She gasped as she realised the number of fallen on both sides, but the Black Hand plot had been foiled, now it was clean up.
Her eyes locked onto Barbara, one of the few surviving henchwomen, as she cowered behind a small set of boxes. Isra approached with determination, her heart pounding, and roughly forced Barbara's hands behind her back, ignoring her cap as it fell, clasping the cold, unforgiving handcuffs around her wrists. Barbara winced at the pain and fear surged through her.
Barbara's mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead. Her heart pounded against her chest as she envisioned the harsh reality of a prison cell. Doubts and regrets filled her mind, and she trembled under the weight of her actions.
As Isra guided Barbara towards the awaiting police vehicles, her touch remained firm and unyielding. The roughness of the handcuffs sent shivers down Barbara's spine, intensifying her anxiety. In that moment, as fear consumed her, Barbara couldn't help but wonder what awaited her beyond the alley, would she survive the unforgiving embrace of the law?
Her eyes locked onto Barbara, one of the few surviving henchwomen, as she cowered behind a small set of boxes. Isra approached with determination, her heart pounding, and roughly forced Barbara's hands behind her back, ignoring her cap as it fell, clasping the cold, unforgiving handcuffs around her wrists. Barbara winced at the pain and fear surged through her.
Barbara's mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead. Her heart pounded against her chest as she envisioned the harsh reality of a prison cell. Doubts and regrets filled her mind, and she trembled under the weight of her actions.
As Isra guided Barbara towards the awaiting police vehicles, her touch remained firm and unyielding. The roughness of the handcuffs sent shivers down Barbara's spine, intensifying her anxiety. In that moment, as fear consumed her, Barbara couldn't help but wonder what awaited her beyond the alley, would she survive the unforgiving embrace of the law?
Private Esther had relentlessly pursued Agent SSR through the dangerous streets. The chase brought them to a forsaken alley, its eerie silence amplifying the tension in the air. As Esther cautiously advanced, she discovered Agent SSR kneeling on the cold, decrepit floor, hands raised in an apparent act of surrender.
A moment of uncertainty hung in the air, as Esther's eyes locked with his. However, a sense of unease gnawed at her instincts. The vulnerability she initially sensed felt like a deceptive mirage, a ploy to exploit her empathy. She caught a glimpse of the shape of a concealed weapon, that forced her hand.
In a swift motion, she aimed her weapon at Agent SSR's back and pulled the trigger. The deafening sound reverberated through the empty space, and Agent SSR crumpled to the ground before her, his facade shattered.
A moment of uncertainty hung in the air, as Esther's eyes locked with his. However, a sense of unease gnawed at her instincts. The vulnerability she initially sensed felt like a deceptive mirage, a ploy to exploit her empathy. She caught a glimpse of the shape of a concealed weapon, that forced her hand.
In a swift motion, she aimed her weapon at Agent SSR's back and pulled the trigger. The deafening sound reverberated through the empty space, and Agent SSR crumpled to the ground before her, his facade shattered.
Mara peered round the corner, her weapon drawn, her prey was unaware, Barabara didn't stand a chance....
The government troops held on, bravely resisting the advances of the Black Hand Corps troops, casualties were high, but they were holding, so far...
Katarina and Iva, knowing the reputation of the sisterhood precedes them, are very confident on the street. Will it last?
Irina never saw the intruder, the first she knew was a knife being plunged into her chest. "Well that was easy..." came the soft tone of her killer, dripping with contempt. "Should have stayed at home little girl..."
"Situation under control, suspects neutralised, cancel backup, just need the clean-up crew" smirked Officer Esther into her radio, the two nuns had posed little problem. Sister Laura had been shot down just as she left the vehicle, Sister Irina had tried to climb the fire escape to find safety, Esther's bullets brought her back down to her car with a bump. The situation would not remain calm for long....
Iva listened to the suspects chatting, they were completely unaware. That would soon change.
Mara smiled as she pinned Amelia down and drew the knife, another worthless cop, sacrificed in his name, he would smile on Mara this day....
"On my mark..." whispered Jojo, the Nuns round the corner hadn't spotted them yet, this was not their usual patrol route, but Jojo knew it would be a worthwhile diversion to interrupt a deal. Iva tensed up and readied herself.
"Now!"
Jojo was round the corner in moments, her pistol lowered and she opened fire, the nearest Nun squealed as the bullets pierced the pvc of her outfit and she fell to the floor. Feeling alive inside, Jojo turned to the next Nun as Iva opened fire. The screams and sound of Nun bodies hitting the floor filled the air.
The Nuns further from the slaughter did not stand around waiting, drawing their own weapons and returning fire. The first volley narrowly missed her badge and pierced her left breast, Jojo gasped and her arms fell to her side as the hit registered in her brain, how could this be? Iva returned fire, but moments later, before Jojo even hit the floor, she took rounds near simultaneously to the abs and to the forehead, the lights of the world went out and she collapsed.
The bodies of the two cops would lay undisturbed until the Nuns had finished their deals and cleared their dead. There was no appetite to lose more officers that day.
"Now!"
Jojo was round the corner in moments, her pistol lowered and she opened fire, the nearest Nun squealed as the bullets pierced the pvc of her outfit and she fell to the floor. Feeling alive inside, Jojo turned to the next Nun as Iva opened fire. The screams and sound of Nun bodies hitting the floor filled the air.
The Nuns further from the slaughter did not stand around waiting, drawing their own weapons and returning fire. The first volley narrowly missed her badge and pierced her left breast, Jojo gasped and her arms fell to her side as the hit registered in her brain, how could this be? Iva returned fire, but moments later, before Jojo even hit the floor, she took rounds near simultaneously to the abs and to the forehead, the lights of the world went out and she collapsed.
The bodies of the two cops would lay undisturbed until the Nuns had finished their deals and cleared their dead. There was no appetite to lose more officers that day.
Amelia didn't notice the knife in Barbara's hand, even if she had she wouldn't have suspected the betrayal that was about to happen, but as she lay there, knife in her chest and the world slowly going dark, she felt Barbara's skin on hers and saw her reaching in and felt a kiss....
Barbara looked nervously over her shoulder as the police officer fell, it had only taken one shot, but who had heard? She paused for a moment to admire the officer, "Lieutenant Jojo"she mouthed as she read the badge of the now lifeless officer. Maybe in another circumstance they could have been friends, maybe more? Such a waste of beauty, she mused to herself as naughty thoughts entered her mind...
Jollypops watched as the last member of the Black Hand squad clutched her wounds by the door, in obvious realisation of the predicament she was in, the fear and panic showing on her face. Ever with her mind on the job, Jollypops took aim and double tapped. The body of the henchgirl jolted with each of the impacts. As she watched her victim fall against the door frame she paused to admire how her breasts jiggled slightly before she fell forwards. The sight of such a beautiful henchgirl falling victim to her excited Jollypops more than she cared to admit.
With the battle now done, she kneeled beside her final victim, her tag... Katarina... Such a pretty name... "I'm sorry babe..." she said, almost lovingly, as she started to run her fingers over her victim's soft and still warm skin. She remembered the fearful expression on her face as she stood there, alone in her final moments. "You're not alone now beautiful lady, you're mine now....". Katarina couldn't hear her words, but Jollypops didn't mind....
With the battle now done, she kneeled beside her final victim, her tag... Katarina... Such a pretty name... "I'm sorry babe..." she said, almost lovingly, as she started to run her fingers over her victim's soft and still warm skin. She remembered the fearful expression on her face as she stood there, alone in her final moments. "You're not alone now beautiful lady, you're mine now....". Katarina couldn't hear her words, but Jollypops didn't mind....
Black Hand operatives had a short life expectancy at the best of times, Katarina knew that when she joined, but her greatest fear was dying alone with no one to comfort her or share her final moment, her squad were the closest she had to family. Cradling her wounds as she leaned against the doorway, her squad laying dead around the alley, she realised that she was the final survivor. Bodies or no bodies, she was about to die and she might as well be alone. A feeling of despair came over her...
Rose was moonlighting as a nun for the Sisterhood, didn't matter to me, it supplemented our Black Hand salaries nicely, the highlight was arranging our patrols to meet for some alone time... God she looked good in that outfit.... My job was to help her see the light... "Oh God, oh God, oh Gooood...." Always good to help her commune with him up there.... 😏 The danger was that the others didn't see it that way, and with two sets of henchies looking out for us, it was only a matter of time before something happened....
"Care to join her?" Millie scoffed as the cops barrelled round the corner, Esther hadn't stood a chance, and now, emboldened by the thrill of the kill, Millie was ready to take on the world....
Rose seems to be taking this job to heart, after all, she's doing the Lord's work....
Black Hand Corp don't like competition, on good terms with the lord above or not.... Rose was sure that the Black Hand operative hadn't spotted her, the Sister would be mad if the drop was late, but Lydia was keen eyed and the click Rose heard behind her showed just how wrong she was.
Laura knew the buyers, this was a simple deal, guns for money, no questions. When the buyers drew weapons, she knew something was up, their UZIs drawn, the Order's sniper targeting the buyers, the vehicle headlights illuminating the dark alley. The exchange was brief and violent, no one walked away, and the local police stayed well clear until daylight, where they found a collection of pretty corpses and enough guns to start an uprising.
Irina was the nun that ordinary people feared, unhinged and violent, it didn't matter how outrageous the amount of blood to be shed, the Lord demanded it. Her faith would soon be tested severely....
Jojo making the same mistake Rose did, when will these henchgirls realise that going straight isn't safe either? 🤣
Sister Laura paused at the corner, she could see that Sister Barbara had already fallen to the heathen's bullets, she heard the scream of another sister fall. It was up to her and Sister Carina to stop them. They were God's flaming sword now.... Surely that would be enough?
Rose's decision to go straight was short lived, her time in her local PD was cut short in a fight with the Black Hand henchgirls she used to call Battle Sisters...
"Hold it steady, control your breathing and focus on the centre of target" coached Irina softly, somehow not at all bothered that I'd not even hit a single thing all day.....
Lt. Mille, supported by Pvts. Iva and Hanna, thought they had the Black Hand agent outflanked, 3 vs 1, how could she not be theirs?
Jojo had other ideas....
Jojo had other ideas....
When we found out Rose was selling secrets to the Government, I was heartbroken, but it fell to me to interrogate her to find out what she's told them, when I had got all I could from her, I terminated the interrogation, and her... 😏 But I couldn't cut her down without saying my goodbyes...
The Government squad hadn't stood a chance, the redhead, the one they called "Laura" had taken them unawares, return fire had done little to help, there were just too many of them. As Esther lay there, her belly pierced by Black Hand fire... She could see Karen dying in front of her, and she felt herself being pulled up by her neck, she caught a glimpse of red hair, it could only be one person. She felt the gun touch the side of her head, she didn't even have time to panic.
The guard's body flopped over the edge of the roof, the silenced round had quietly made a hole in her chests before she'd had time to draw her weapon.
"Perfect" though Carina as she assembled her rifle. In a combat zone like this is was so common to have casualties littering the street and buildings that a body lolled over a ledge would be utterly unremarkable, and would obscure the otherwise unmistakeable sight of a sniper rifle's barrel protruding over the edge of a roof. As she balanced the rifle on the guard's motionless body and got herself comfy, she admired her beautiful victim and read the name tag, "P.F.C Hanna ....", a previous bullet had created a hole in the name tag, clearly she had been putting off death for too long, she was just doing karma a favour, mused Carina as she waited for her target.
"Perfect" though Carina as she assembled her rifle. In a combat zone like this is was so common to have casualties littering the street and buildings that a body lolled over a ledge would be utterly unremarkable, and would obscure the otherwise unmistakeable sight of a sniper rifle's barrel protruding over the edge of a roof. As she balanced the rifle on the guard's motionless body and got herself comfy, she admired her beautiful victim and read the name tag, "P.F.C Hanna ....", a previous bullet had created a hole in the name tag, clearly she had been putting off death for too long, she was just doing karma a favour, mused Carina as she waited for her target.
"Barbara, mind on the job!" barked Jojo as the Black Hand squad readied to attack.
Barbara looked over at the squad and her mind wandered back to the ready room, recalling how much she'd love to spend some time alone with any of them, their soft, delicious bodies..... But here they were, ready for the assault, and Barbara grew even more excited at the thought of those soft, delicious bodies being riddled with bullets. It could be only a matter of time, the Government position was well defended, she'd barely made it to her current spot unharmed. At least when the charge started she'd have a prime view. Jojo looked at the daydreaming expression and sighed, one less girl was no worry, she'd just have got in the way anyway.
"Come on girls, chaaaarge!" screamed Jojo, flanked by Lydia and Carina, as they emerged into the open, firing wildly, the Government position opened up. Barbara's excitement grew, her fingers reaching between her legs, touching herself gently. With every bullet that met a Black Hand agent, Barbara grew more aroused. These were her battle sisters, but this was a suicide charge, she wasn't fool enough to join and wasn't going to miss a moment of the show. Soft flesh pierced violently by bullets made her feel incredibly horny, as Lydia fell by her feet, Jojo mere inches away, soon joined by others behind them, she neared climax, hoping that the Government troops would at least give her time to finish before sweeping the battlefield, which was now littered with the corpses of her battle sisters.
Barbara looked over at the squad and her mind wandered back to the ready room, recalling how much she'd love to spend some time alone with any of them, their soft, delicious bodies..... But here they were, ready for the assault, and Barbara grew even more excited at the thought of those soft, delicious bodies being riddled with bullets. It could be only a matter of time, the Government position was well defended, she'd barely made it to her current spot unharmed. At least when the charge started she'd have a prime view. Jojo looked at the daydreaming expression and sighed, one less girl was no worry, she'd just have got in the way anyway.
"Come on girls, chaaaarge!" screamed Jojo, flanked by Lydia and Carina, as they emerged into the open, firing wildly, the Government position opened up. Barbara's excitement grew, her fingers reaching between her legs, touching herself gently. With every bullet that met a Black Hand agent, Barbara grew more aroused. These were her battle sisters, but this was a suicide charge, she wasn't fool enough to join and wasn't going to miss a moment of the show. Soft flesh pierced violently by bullets made her feel incredibly horny, as Lydia fell by her feet, Jojo mere inches away, soon joined by others behind them, she neared climax, hoping that the Government troops would at least give her time to finish before sweeping the battlefield, which was now littered with the corpses of her battle sisters.
Death in the Black Hand Corporation is rarely a lonely affair, with even successful missions involving heavy casualties. Amelia's last moments were in good company at least, Laura, Barbara and Lydia were close friends in life, now they were all close in death. As the bullets flew and the world grew darker, all she could do is watch other Black Hand girls fall as they too were hit, she was in good company at least....
"Remember to smile Mr. Cuddlesworth..." chirped Irina as I carefully angled the phone for a selfie. I felt Rose's hands stroking my other arm, this down time was rare and to be treasured...
Infiltrating a Government facility, I had no option but to keep quiet. At the edge of the depot, a guard was patrolling, sneaking up behind I drew my knife and covered her mouth as my blade did it's work on the pretty guard. When I was sure it was done, I lowered her to the floor and noticed her small name tag, "P.F.C. Millie". Taking a moment to admire her now still form, I whispered gently "Sleep tight little one.."
In the industrial end of town, a short burst of gunfire wasn't remarkable enough to raise attention, life was cheap and the Government and corporations fought a never ending war for money and production facilities. As Carina stepped over the body of the Government trooper, she peered round the corner and her mind turned to her mission. Updated version of my Carina model to look more like the real life person behind the model...
As the forces got closer, the battle descended into a chaotic mix of firefights and brawls. Esther and I clashed into each other as we rounded a tree, out guns falling from our hands as we tumbles, we fought briefly, Esther then drew her knife, ready for the kill, but in the corner of my eye I spotted a discarded pistol. I reached for it in my desperation, hoping it was still loaded.
It was. I unloaded it into Esther's body at point blank range, the look of shock on her face will stay with me.
It was. I unloaded it into Esther's body at point blank range, the look of shock on her face will stay with me.
Well, these damn Government busybodies are everywhere, good thing they're cute and die easily, years ago I did warn Iva that the Black Hand Corp was a better choice. Now I get to show her why 😉
Sometimes, when their back is against the wall, Government girls can pull it out of the bag. Irina, Laura, Rose and I thought Mel would be an easy kill, how wrong we were...
These Government guards aren't nearly careful enough, Mara should have heard me coming from a mile away, instead I managed to get close enough for the personal touch 😉
As Irina stood guard, Mara crept up behind. The gun in her back was the first she knew of her fate.
Millie is always the supportive type, Barbara was highly appreciative of her having her back on this crucial day....
The first thing Iva knew of Rose's presence, she felt a sharp blade enter her side, the Rose has thorns...
The guards heard Millie fall to the ground, Irina took cover the only place she could, it wasn't enough...
Millie down, Slyvie fired wildly and the oncoming Black Hand Corp troops, Lydia, Laura and Amelia were lying on the floor in moments...
Esther didn't see the sniper, but her sisters fired wildly once the shot landed, Esther was in no state to help any more.
Irina and Rose never stood a chance, caught unawares, they only had time to turn and look shocked before the trigger was pulled....
As Lydia and Amelia lay dead, the battle continued around them, there would be nothing to do other than for the cleanup crew to dispose of the bodies later.
Millie took Barbara from behind, but she made sure to spin her victim to watch the shock on her face....
As I looked over at Rose, panic in her eyes, I knew this was it. Esther, Millie and Karen controlled the room. They were here on a mission of eradication, there would be no prisoners.
Karen knew that her mission was to eliminate as many Government troops by stealth as she could, didn't mean she and Esther couldn't have one last bit of fun.... 😉
Rose finishing off Millie at close quarters, she loves to see the whites of her eyes when she finishes someone off..
Karen screamed as the Black Hand bullets pierced her body, collapsing sideways she tumbled off the roof she was firing from. As she fell she knew she was doomed.
Isra prepares before battle, optimistic that she can take the Government forces out before they can kill her.
Jollypops is doomed, Black Hand agents have hit her and are continuing to fire, she just doesn't want to lie down and die...
Lydia thought she was in a safe place till the Government troops bust through the door to the yard....
"Minimal resistance expected" had been the exact words from the Government issue briefing notes, the island was a small, Black Hand Corp presence was barely worth noting, a show of force from the air would have them begging for mercy...
The first wave assure showed just how wrong that intel was, fire ripping into the leading troopers, many not even making it as far as dry land, even as the jets screamed low overhead. This would be a long and costly day...
The first wave assure showed just how wrong that intel was, fire ripping into the leading troopers, many not even making it as far as dry land, even as the jets screamed low overhead. This would be a long and costly day...
"Command, we've captured two Tangos, request transport......Copy, will do..... Cuff them and ready for exfil, command want to interrogate them"
"So... they'll let us live?"
"You're lucky I don't just shoot you now bitch..."
"So... they'll let us live?"
"You're lucky I don't just shoot you now bitch..."
Her position overrun, Mara doing what damage she can whilst her ammo holds out....
Teamwork makes the dream work..... There's no "I" in "Team"....
Kind of Rose to offer to be Amelia's meat shield. Well... "volunteer" may be a strong word.....
Kind of Rose to offer to be Amelia's meat shield. Well... "volunteer" may be a strong word.....
Rose pressed into her earpiece and confidently declared "Target is down, repeat, target is down"....
The intruder had wreaked havoc inside the perimeter cordon, but they were safe... For now.
The intruder had wreaked havoc inside the perimeter cordon, but they were safe... For now.
"Can I see your ticket please ma'am?"
*click*
"...so sorry to bother you, don't need to see a ticket... Please don't kill me...."
*click*
"...so sorry to bother you, don't need to see a ticket... Please don't kill me...."
"You spend too much time on your phone", "That phone will be the death of you", "OH MY GOD THAT OLD LADY BOUNCED RIGHT OFF!". All those thoughts were nowhere in her mind as she explained just how much she hated that bitch with the weird eyebrows.
This assignment sucked, miles from anywhere interesting, intermittent gunfire interrupted the peace but at least she had her trusty phone and a full charge. Nothing she couldn't handle.
*Morgan Freeman Voice* She couldn't handle.
This assignment sucked, miles from anywhere interesting, intermittent gunfire interrupted the peace but at least she had her trusty phone and a full charge. Nothing she couldn't handle.
*Morgan Freeman Voice* She couldn't handle.
What was that noise? Sounded like gunfire. Nah, can't be. Back to looking like a badass.
"The perimeter is secure, right?"
"Yeah, B squad are on patrol"
"B squad, never been a more appropriate a name"
"You'd think there was someone just round every corner with a rifle, just waiting to for you"
"Yeah, sorry, being paranoid as usual"
*Morgan Freeman Voice* There was someone just round the corner. They had a rifle.
"Yeah, B squad are on patrol"
"B squad, never been a more appropriate a name"
"You'd think there was someone just round every corner with a rifle, just waiting to for you"
"Yeah, sorry, being paranoid as usual"
*Morgan Freeman Voice* There was someone just round the corner. They had a rifle.
"What's that noise?"
"Quiet back there..."
....KZZKT...."I've got movement on the upper levels, multiple hostiles moving in from the north"....KZZKT....
"Roger, everybody take cover!"
"It's an amURRGH..."
....KZZKT...."Support en-route, eta ten minutes"....KZZKT....
"Bullshit, ten minutes. This thing will be over in two minutes. GetTHUuugh....."
"Quiet back there..."
....KZZKT...."I've got movement on the upper levels, multiple hostiles moving in from the north"....KZZKT....
"Roger, everybody take cover!"
"It's an amURRGH..."
....KZZKT...."Support en-route, eta ten minutes"....KZZKT....
"Bullshit, ten minutes. This thing will be over in two minutes. GetTHUuugh....."
"So.... what should I do with you my little beauty?"
"mmrphmrgh uuhhhhmmmmm ooorgggghhhhh ggggghhhhhh"
"Excellent suggestion..."
"mmrphmrgh uuhhhhmmmmm ooorgggghhhhh ggggghhhhhh"
"Excellent suggestion..."
"New girl, what's your name?"
"Erm... Laura?"
"Laura, you're on point."
"Wait, what?"
"First through the door, bravest and most prestigious job"
"Ok... When you put it like that.... 3...2...1... GO GO GO"
BANG BANG
"Erm... Laura?"
"Laura, you're on point."
"Wait, what?"
"First through the door, bravest and most prestigious job"
"Ok... When you put it like that.... 3...2...1... GO GO GO"
BANG BANG
"Into the pit with them"
"Mercy.... please... We'll tell you whatever you want, just don't hurt us...."
"What should we do with them boss?"
"Show them mercy. Make it quick."
"Mercy.... please... We'll tell you whatever you want, just don't hurt us...."
"What should we do with them boss?"
"Show them mercy. Make it quick."
The life of a henchwoman is short, violent and the health insurance is terrible, but Irina enjoyed her work....
Doesn't mean she didn't have some fun on her days off though 😉
Doesn't mean she didn't have some fun on her days off though 😉
"Cleanup detail???"
"Well, you're always complaining about wanting extra shifts since DA killed your side job, command got hit a few hours ago, jobs need doing."
"What about the *actual* cleaners?"
"Dead. That leaves you."
"Who the fuck kills cleaners?"
"I'll bloody kill you if you don't start cleaning up right now"
"Fiiiiiine.... Bloody Eclipse. At least I'll have my pick of the weapons if the intruders come back for more."
"Well, you're always complaining about wanting extra shifts since DA killed your side job, command got hit a few hours ago, jobs need doing."
"What about the *actual* cleaners?"
"Dead. That leaves you."
"Who the fuck kills cleaners?"
"I'll bloody kill you if you don't start cleaning up right now"
"Fiiiiiine.... Bloody Eclipse. At least I'll have my pick of the weapons if the intruders come back for more."