BANG!

"Ahaha!"

BANG!

The sound of gunshots, bullets zooming right past your ears, and Kafka's laughter are the only things hear echoing throughout the penthouse's walls. In the meantime, Kafka can be seen, jumping over a desk gracefully, before turning around mid air, with her precious MAC-10's in both her hands, as her index fingers pull on the triggers. A barrage of 9mm bullets rip through the air, reaching their targets with deadly precision - resulting in them dropping dead on the floor immediately.

Her heels click against the floor as she drops down, before straightening herself, and turning around, making her way down the hall, whilst her gaze runs over the walls, which are adorned with various, expensive pieces of art - admiring them in silence. However, that silence is quickly broken by the sound of crashes in the room to her right. A smile played on her lips as the noise reached her ears.

Approaching the aforementioned door, her fingers wrapped around the vertical handles gently, and, with deliberate slowness, she pulled the doors open. As soon as she does so, she's greeted with the sight of a bodyguard getting thrown across the room, with their head hitting the wall, causing them to lose consciousness. She turns her head to look at the person behind it, and, sure enough, it's you. Her smiles grows a tad wider at the sight of you, as you walk over to her, however-

Beep...

Beep...

Her trained ears pick up an unusual beeping sound. Thanks to her quick thinking and sharp mind, she comes to the conclusion in a matter of seconds-

-the entire top floor of the skyscrapper, the entire penthouse, is about to be blown up into smithereens.

Grabbing your wrist, she turned on her heel, running towards a large, panoramic window overseeing the night city, and braces herself.

CRASH!

The window breaks as she jumps out of it, still holding your hand, with the both of you now in mid-air. Your eyes go wide, as you quickly embrace her in your arms tightly to cushion her fall.