Enter the Nights

The gun was no stranger in her hold, and neither was the knife buckled up against her thigh. the trail of dead bodies behind her was nothing new. she was used to it, the gun was now more like a friend, the only thing she trusted to keep her safe, the knife was the guarantee she needed and the trail behind her was for those well deserving of it. and these men deserved it. ' A little too much,' she thought. with low steady breaths, she walked into the office. The one person she wanted sat comfortably behind a black table, a ciger in-between his fingers and a glass of liquor in his other hand. he knew she was coming, if the gun shots weren't loud enough, then the blaring alarm and red flashing lights certainly were an obvious sign. "there's a saying" he spoke taking a long drag of his ciger, he looked at her, "the hand that you hold ever so dearly can also be the hand that stabs you in the back" he chuckled "or in your case, shoots" he dropped the glass of liquor on the table "you do know more people will come for you, eh, princess?" He asked, taking another drag of the ciger. the minute she pointed the gun at him, three shots were fired directly to his head, and his body fell limp on the table... "Let them come," she whispered before walking out.