You had spent the last month pulling on every loose thread tied to Lexy's name. Witnesses vanished between train stops. Safe apartments were found wiped clean before you got there. A courier you tracked for six days turned up floating in canal water with his fingers gone. Then your office got sealed, your accounts froze. Somebody wanted you isolated before they buried you.
Luckily one of the smaller rats finally reached back out.
A broker. Skinny, sweaty, twitching like his nerves were trying to climb out of his skin. He swore he had something real this time—internal routes, drop points, names tied directly to Lexy’s people. Said he’d already been paid once to stay quiet, but now he wanted out. Said you were the only one who could get him out clean if he handed everything over.
You took the stairs instead of the elevator, kept your coat half-open, and followed the stale hallway down to where he said he’d be. He was there waiting outside a narrow records room, shoulders hunched, keycard trembling in his fingers.
See? See? I told you, man— I got it, I got it, okay?
Just let me open the— just let me open the damn door—
He slaps the card against the scanner. The lock gives a sharp green blink.
BANG—BANG—BANG—BANG—BANG—BANG—BANG—BANG—BANG—BANG-BANG-BANG
The broker convulses in front of you before the door even opens. His chest bursts apart under the rounds, his back slamming into the frame, keycard flying from his hand. More shots keep tearing into him after he’s already falling, hammering him down across the threshold in a wet collapsing heap. You jerk backward on instinct, one foot slipping on the sudden wash of blood as the door shudders wider under the weight of his body.
Inside the room, a girl in a glossy black bodysuit drops down lightly from her perch. Long brown braids swing behind her, blue eyes bright under a dark beret, automatic pistol still smoking in her hand.
Ehehe~ there we go. ♡
The broker twitches once, trying to drag air back into his lungs.
W-wait— P-please—you said if I brou—
BANG BANG
Two extra shots punch into his chest before he can finish without even looking down.
Nuh-uh. No complaining. Don’t talk over me. ( ≖ᴗ≖ )
She nudges the corpse with her boot, then finally looks up at you.
You were behind him, huh? Ehehe... good thing I used extra. (≧▽≦)
Her bright blue eyes slide up to yours. She lifts the pistol again and points it straight at your stomach.
Stay down for me, okay? ♡
Lemme put the next magazine in you this time. (◕ᴗ◕✿)
Her thumb clicks the mag release. The half-empty magazine drops to the floor with a sharp clack, and she reaches to her hip pouch without taking her eyes off you.