Thread: The Extreme Path [GD x Penitency]

As unhappy as Vincent was with the choice of partner, Nolla would consider herself doubly displeased. She usually worked alone, she preferred it that way. 'Make sure Graves doesn't eat a bullet, Nolla.' The command had been different from other times she had been partnered with someone. Peace between opposing families was something that happened rarely and hardly lasted, but the Gaumond family had never cared about double crossing during temporary peace with other families or groups before. She had executed the mercenaries and gang members paired with her time under their orders, but they wanted this to go off without a hitch. Peace between the Gaumond and Koskov family had never been obtained even on a short term basis before this, and both families had sent their fiercest dog into the fray. The Bloodsaws were seen as a greater risk to both families. From her hiding spot behind a trashed vehicle, Nolla could hear the men as they shouted, cursed, and fired at her location. Five guns, that's how many she counted as the men unloaded shot after shot at her. The rest of the men must have continued loading up the truck, if they couldn't kill Nolla they would drive off with the goods. The crate of vials that had been carried by the man Vincent took down was knocked off the ledge of the truck from the precarious position the formerly alive goon had placed it. It was the Koskov's property and territory they were in currently, but the property didn't matter so much as the blood that needed to be spilled. GET HER! Ryker roared with rage and he shoved one of his men even as he himself kept firing, MAKE SURE THAT BITCH DOESN'T ESCAPE! Only four guns, now. One was on the move to edge in on her. As the second shotgun blast range out, the men paused in their firing. Ryker's attention departed her entirely in favor of chasing after Vincent. Nolla was quick to cash in the opportunity that Vincent had afforded her. She dashed from her hiding spot, with only two directions for her to go it was a fifty-fifty chance of the goon that Ryker had urged to find her being in her way. The way she had chosen was clear and allowed Nolla to double-back and gain momentum for a leap over the car with her gun pointed right at the goon whose attention was sorely misplaced. It was his unlucky day. The sight of the femme fatale above him, greeting him with a raised gun must have startled him, or perhaps it was his life flashing before his eyes that caused the delay on his end. Her bullet found its mark square between his eyes and her boots made contact with his shoulders to help topple him to the ground. A second shot fired from her gun into the man's skull, a habitual double tap. All that happened in the blink of an eye and by the time the remaining men looked her way again, all they could see was a flash of magenta hair rounding the corner and the blood being washed into the gutter. Her teeth grit briefly in annoyance as she dropped into a crouch behind the corner of the building. With the truck still there, that meant that Koskov hitman must have gotten Ryker's attention. The lightning that lit up the alley cast long shadows for the remaining three goons, one of whom was retreating to help Ryker. It was the following crash of thunder that marked her next assault. She refused to let him have the kill. There was a certain degree of heedlessness that Nolla was known for even outside of her own family. Both Vincent and Ryker had likely heard the gunshot, but their attention was steadfast upon each other. They would miss seeing the bullet that grazed her cheek as the man behind the trigger fell dead to the ground, and they likely wouldn't see the bullet that lodged in her left, artificial arm before a bullet from her own gun buried itself deep within his cerebral cortex. They would, however, definitely hear the shout of the last remaining goon as he turned to face her and the exchange of bullets.