Prologue
344 Words
The SWAT team begin slowly scaling the stairs in formation, their guns swinging from side to side trying to cover all potential vantage points. But it isn’t enough. Most of the soldiers are shot dead on the way up, their rigid bodies, covered in heavy armour, slumping down the stairs headfirst like useless, tangled Slinkies.
Sonny reloads using her last ammo clip; she desperately needs to finish them all off with this remaining round of bullets. Within seconds, she guns down over half of the squad with deadly precision. The last two surviving enemies make it to the top of the split staircase, one heading either side towards the girls
They take refuge behind the final pair of columns on the landing, the only ones to not be riddled with bullet holes.
“How much ammo do you have?” Sonny asks her sister quietly.
“Not a lot,” Al replies worriedly.
Sonny exhales heavily. “How long do we have?” she asks, referring to how much time until they’re shot by their impending assailants.
Al thinks carefully before she answers, “Five seconds.”
Sonny nods defiantly. “Now.”
They both quickly drop to their knees and peer around the pillar, their pistols out in front of them. Al squeezes the trigger and the bullet pierces a hole right in between her target’s eyes and he slowly slumps to the floor in phases. The legs are the first to go, then the arms, and finally, he falls flat on his face. A crimson river pools out of him and absorbs into the cream carpet, just like syrup trickling into a snow cone.
Sonny pulls the trigger, and the dreaded click of an empty barrel seals her fate. She takes a quick glance from her target to the pistol, and back to look into his eyes. He smirks at her. Her muscles loosen and her blood drains as she comes to terms with death. With a deep breath, she closes her eyes and a deafening shot echoes against the high ceilings.
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