Thread: In the Mojave [Lady Grimoire x rskde]

There was movement alright, but it wasn't the kind of movement Ashley had been waiting for. The hazel eye that peered down the scope widened as all the men popped out at once, and immediately she pulled back from her rifle and tried to make herself as small as possible against the couch while also covering her head. Little curses escaped her lips from the sound of bullets punching into wood, splintering bits and pieces off and onto her form, the sound of the glass shattering, and she flinched hard each time she heard a bullet nick or hit the couch she was on. She was waiting for a moment to pop out and put a round in one of those raider assholes--yet it never came. The gunfire seemed to be constant. Carefully as she could manage, Ashley nabbed the handle and trigger of her rifle again. She couldn't lean in for a good shot, but, she did lean out enough to snap a quick peek before she blindly fired off some rounds in return. Her rifle kicking hard each time she did without her shoulder to brace it--at the very least she was trying to get some break in the returning shots so she could get a chance to get out of the building. At the moment, it seemed like if she rolled off the couch she'd be a bloody mess on the floor in seconds. The gunfire made it so that she didn't hear the click in the stairwell as the detonator to one of her mines was pressed. It also made hearing him quickly disarming it, and his footsteps, nearly impossible. Finally,, a break came as she heard a voice shout, except, Ashley quickly realised it wasn't a voice ahead of her, but behind her. Dammit! she cried, twisting so that she was on her side on the couch, back resting along the back of it, her one leg awkwardly stretched out and the other bend up with her hee lflat on the top. Perhaps a somewhat suggestive pose in the tight armor she wore, but who knows. In the motion, she also drew her revolver, holding it with a single hand as she swung it around and leveled it at the man in the doorway. She heard a shout from outside of, Did you get them!? which made her snarl. However, despite her surprise, the words had not fallen on deaf ears. He said he was NCR. That was likely the only thing that kept her finger from squeezing off a round of her .44 in the man's general direction. Like hell you're NCR, she muttered, her other arm braced up against the back of the couch in order to keep herself supported. Her bag was on the floor about mid-way between the two. Ash blew out a short bit of air to try and knock her raven-coloured bangs out of her face, her medium-length hair a disheveled mess all around her face and the part of the couch her head was on. NCR don't come around to these parts. Nipton belongs to the Legion. You're Legion. Or some raider trash. Another call from outside, Ashley winced. 'Fuck. The hell do I do!? He gets his buddies in here, I'm screwed, I need to... eugh... son of a... ' Her nose wrinkled, and she almost cringed at the thought, but she needed to act quick. Tell them you got me. Tell them I'm dead. Tell them I'm dead and I'll drop it, like you want, instead of pulling the trigger and taking my chances. The last thing she wanted to do was the latter. Even if she got out of that unscathed, it seemed she missed something. The others would be up after her. It'd been pretty damn clear she couldn't handle the whole group. Wouldn't you rather have me all to yourself? she added, her tone rather suggestive, while she had to struggle to hold back the disgusted shudder at her own words. But one asshole? This one asshole? She could handle him, once she got him to send his buddies on their way.