Thread: A Royal Catastrophe (Mali and Quix)

Ben held his hand out, unsure what to expect. The woman had lost her mother less than five minutes ago, and stabbed a man to death. It probably wasnt the start to a day that Sky was accustomed to, and he wasn't surprised that she didn't jump into his arms, and accept his offer of help without question, although, underneath his unsympathetic demeanour, Ben wasnt as lacking in empathy as it might appear. It was just that he was aware they wouldnt be safe until theyd distanced themselves from the house, and the best way to achieve that goal was to try to not allow Sky the time to become preoccupied with thoughts about her dead mother. That, and tending to her wound, could wait. Well, that was his first intention, however it didnt seem the plan would work as she pulled back and rested against the counter. Momentarily, he thought she was going to fall, and hed be required to offer to assist her to her feet for a second time, but then she recovered, and insulted his heritage. Ben refused to take the bait, and simply shot her a shrug and a roll of the eyes, as if to say he couldnt really argue with facts, especially when the woman who spouted them had collected a knife to help emphasise her point. However, Sky wasnt the first woman to threaten Ben with a blade, and rather than display fear, he simply shook his head, Look, Im sorry, about your Mother, and Ill do everything in my power to ensure that you get to say a proper goodbye, however you need to be still breathing in order to do that. Although he faced Sky, his senses were attuned in all directions, and the man tensed when he heard a scuffling sound that of gravel underneath a leather soled shoe. The bullet could have passed through his body, and struck you. A two for one deal. And, think about it, if you were my intended target, I could have shot you in the skull just as easily, or put a bullet through your knee to have you at my mercy, and saved us all this drama. Im not dropping the gun, Miss, he finished with a slight smile, as if to challenge her to go ahead and try to stop him as he withdrew the weapon from its holster. The metallic sound of the safety being clicked off filled the silence. Then, the man sighed. She did deserve somewhat of an explanation. The British Royal family. After the catastrophe a number of months ago, The UK Government expanded the family tree, and uncovered your royal heritage. Of course, some dont appreciate an American being part of our Monarchy, and would prefer their own move closer to the throne. Such as the Russians here. Ben kicked the man on the floor in the ribs, and waited until the corpses arms and legs returned to their original position before he rested his eyes back on Sky, And will take whatever measures necessary to eliminate the competition. Ill explain the rest later. He approached her warily, with one eye on her face, and the other on the knife, prepared to jump out of the way if it should come towards him, and kept the barrel of the gun pointed away from her body. Believe me, Im one of the good guys. The agent attempted to appear as non-threatening as possible as he closed the distance between them, and spoke in a tone akin to that of a man trying to soothe an angry dog afraid that with one wrong move it would either decide to bite, or scurry away in fear. He opened his mouth again to persuade her, when suddenly glass shattered, and he instinctively stepped back, dropped to one knee, raised his gun in the direction of the noise, and watched a masked man in black fly through the living room window like a ninja. Ben's bullet struck him dead-centre of the forehead, and abruptly halted the intruders somersault in mid-flight. The suddenly lifeless body flattened out, and dropped like a lead-weight to come to rest half-on and half-off the side of an armchair, however Ben only heard the thump, rather than saw what had caused it as, immediately the shot was fired, he'd swivelled to face the back door, which had burst open. His next slug struck a second male in the chest, causing blood to spray from the wound as he toppled over, and revealed another man behind him. One Ben had already noted, and even as the bullet had been in flight, the MI6 agent had used his unoccupied hand to pull the knife free from the throat of the dead Russian at his feet, and with a practiced flick of the wrist, hurled it. The blade pierced flesh with enough force to slice through his abdomen, and an inch of metal protruded from the third man's back as he swiftly collapsed, with eyes and mouth open in shock, on top of his friend. Ben scanned the area, empty for the time being, then looked back towards Sky as he moved to his feet. Are you coming with me, or would you prefer to remain here? He arched a brow, and nodded towards the back door, and the fence of her next door neighbour about sixty feet away. That direction. Ive a vehicle three blocks down, to the East.