"Winter Scenario Story " by Kristoph ( at DS)
Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2017 6:17 pm
The Vipers, a group of criminals fighting a losing war against the Yakuza.
Elena, Viper lieutenant.
Grace, tough girl with an attitude.
Tracy, the rookie.
Tracy scrubbed franticly at her skin, even as the blood washed off she didn’t feel clean. Memories of the massacre only minutes earlier replayed in her mind as she jostled for position with the other two Vipers that shared the shower with her.
“Too bad we’re in a hurry.” Elena said, breaking the somber silence. “The three of us could have had some fun in here.”
Grace chuckled and pinched Tracy’s ass. “You might be on to something boss.”
Tracy yelped indigently. “H-hey!” She glared over at Grace who winked at her and walked out of the shower, water dripping from her naked body.
Once they had toweled off they made their way into the nearby bedroom, stepping carefully over the bodies that littered the living room. The apparent was—or rather, had been—a stash house used by the Vipers to supply their street level drug dealers. The location had been a closely guarded secret, but somehow the Yakuza had found them had struck without warning. On any other day the raid would have been a success, but luckily for Tracy the Yakuza had struck just as Viper strike team had stopped by to resupply. Even with the additional firepower the Vipers had taken heavy losses, four girls from Elena’s team had fallen along with the two guards assigned to the apartment along with Tracy.
“Lets hope you have something that fits us,” Grace said as she stepped over the petite, bullet riddled form of Anna—one of Tracy’s former colleagues. “Judging by your friend here it might be a tight squeeze.”
Tracy swallowed nervously. “I hope so too, it’s laundry day, so it might be slim pickings.”
Elena sighed. “For your sake I hope you’re wrong, you are responsible for keeping this place ready for an emergency. It’s cold as hell outside and we need to disappear, it will be hard to blend in if we’re naked.”
“It’s not my fault,” Tracy protested. “Anna is in charge of…” Oh, right… I guess I’m in charge of this mess now, she thought as a memory of Anna’s impressive tits being riddled with bullets rose unbidden in her mind. Well, I guess it’s promotion of sorts, so thats something.
“We will just have to make do, unless you want to stick around and try to wash the blood out of our old clothes,” Grace said dryly. “I’m sure the next wave of crazy Yakuza chicks will wait politely outside.”
***
Monica, the spoiled rich girl.
Ida, the good girl.
Astrid, poor student trying to make ends meet.
“I don’t like this place.” Ida said from the back seat as Astrid pulled into the nearly empty parking lot in front of a run down old apartment building.
“I hate to say it,” Monica conceded. “But I agree with the bookworm, this place seems shady even by my standards.”
“Gee, thanks.” Ida said flatly.
Astrid killed the engine and took a deep breath. “Its perfectly safe,” she said in a tone that left Ida wondering who she was trying to convince. “I just need to drop of a package and collect my payment, I’ll be back in a flash.”
“You sure about this Astrid?” Monica asked, her voice holding genuine concern for once. “I like a walk on the wild side as much as the next girl, but dealing drugs? Thats hard core.”
“I’m not dealing drugs!” Astrid snapped as she got out of the car. “I’m just… I’m just dropping off a package. We can’t all have daddy pay our tuition.”
Monica whistled softly as Astrid made her way to the front door, huddling into her jacket for warmth against the cold winter wind. “Touchy subject. Now, lets see what all the fuzz is about.” She pulled a small vial of clear liquid from her pocket and held it up to the car’s ceiling light to examine it.
“Where did you get that?” Ida asked, face going pale. “Tell me you didn’t…”
“Like they are going to miss one dose, the packaged had like a hundred of these things,” Monica scoffed. “We can share it if you want, no? Suit yourself.” She pulled the stopper and poured the liquid down her throat.
***
“Well, thats just awesome.” Grace exclaimed, looking back and forth between her two companions. “Two tank tops, a pair of jeans and a bra, thats not enough to properly dress one woman, let alone three!”
“Don’t look at me like that, even if I agreed that this place is my responsibility now, I couldn’t have planned for the fact that someone would lob a god damn grenade into my bedroom!” Tracy protested loudly.
Elena opened her mouth angrily, but seemed to think it over and nodded once. “Fine, you have a point. That doesn't solve our problem however, we can’t go out like this. Even if we don’t freeze our nipples off we will attract way too much attention and we are in no shape for a rematch with the Yakuza.”
“Any word on backup?” Grace asked hopefully.
Elena shook her head sadly. “No one is coming to help us. I just got new orders, we are cutting our losses in this city and heading down south to meet up with the twins and their crew.”
Tracy had heard talk about the twins—Isabella and Valentina—they were high ranking Vipers that had been sent south with orders to expand the Vipers territory. By all accounts they had been successful in establishing an outpost of sorts, it would now have to serve as their new headquarters… If they made it out of town alive. I sure picked a great time to sign up…
Stunned silence followed Elena’s words.
“sh*t.” Grace said, eloquently expressing what they all felt. “So we’re letting the Yakuza win?”
“If it’s a choice between pride and survival I know damn well what my choice is, you can stay and reenact the Alamo if you want, but I’m leaving.” Elena said with a shrug.
“Assuming we can find some pants…” Tracy added helpfully.
“These should do,” Elena said, holding up two pairs of leather pants scavenged from fallen Yakuza girls. “No bullet holes and the black leather hides the blood stains, but we still need some sweaters or maybe…”
Elena trailed off as a pretty blonde in a white winter jacket peeked trough the apartments unlocked front door—in truth it wasn’t so much unlocked as broken, the Yakuza had blasted the lock with a shotgun, but the effect was the same. “H-hello.” She said uncertainly.
“…a jacket.” Elena finished, smiling broadly.
The girl’s eyes widened at the sight of the carnage that waited her and she turned to run, but Elena acted swiftly and grabbed the girl, gently leading her into the kitchen. “Shh… its ok. The danger has passed.”
The girl’s face was pale, her eyes locked on Elena’s own. “W-what happened, are they dead?”
“There was a bit of trouble,” Elena said gently. “Its all over now. Now, who are you?”
“That’s Astrid,” Tracy said. “One of our couriers.”
The sound of her name seemed to snap the blonde out of her trance and she quickly presented her delivery to Elena who accepted the parcel and handed it off to Tracy. “That’s great honey, now I just need one more thing from you. Give me your jacket.”
Astrid blinked in confusion, but did as she was told, she was clearly in shock. She stripped off the jacket, revealing a tight white long sleeved shirt underneath, it hugged her slim frame and pert breasts nicely. Elena accepted the soft garment and tried it on, it fit like a glove. “This is perfect, thank you Astrid, now could you back up a few steps please?”
The shell shocked girl nodded and walked backwards until her butt bumped against the back wall. “L-like this? Why-”
“I don’t want blood splatter on my new jacket, obviously.” Elena said, smiling wickedly as she raised her gun.
Astrid stood frozen, like a deer in the headlights, she made no attempt to move or shield herself as the bullets tore into her soft flesh. The first bullet struck dead center of her belly button, followed almost immediately by a pair of shots to her chest, one in each firm breast. She stood gaping uncomprehendingly as three red stains blossomed on her white shirt. She sank slowly down into a sitting position, legs spread wide, a red smear on the wall marked her passage. Her rapid, shallow breathing grew uneven, a thin film of sweat covered her panic stricken face as she looked up at them silently, finally her head slumped forward and a soft death rattle escaped her lips.
***
“Ok, so thats one, any chance of two more well dressed couriers dropping by in the next 5 minutes?” Grace asked dryly.
Tracy chuckled. “Unlikely, the next one isn’t due for another 4 days.” She glanced down at Astrid and closed her eyes. The poor girl hadn’t deserved that, but she knew better than to question Elena. They needed to disappear and leaving lose ends was just bad business. At least the delivery was well timed, they would need all the resources they could find to start fresh in a new city. That’s odd, it looks like a vial is missing, she thought as she examined the package, the chemist was a precised to a fault, every package contained exactly 99 vials, but this one had only 98.
The answer to her unspoken question came from a surprising source. A tall brunette in a blue jacket came rushing into the apartment in a panic. “Astrid! Astrid, where are you?! Something is wrong with Monica, she took one of your vials and…” She trailed off and skidded to a stop, nearly slipping in a pool of blood. “Oh god, what happened here, where is… Astrid, no!” She cried out and rushed towards her friend.
Grace grabbed the panic stricken girl by the throat and slammed her against a wall before she could make any futile attempt at CPR or some such nonsense. Can’t have her staining my new jacket after all, Grace thought with a smile. “Would you please stop wiggling around like that?” Grace growled as she squeezed the girls throat with her bare hands. “Do yourself a favor and just let go, let the pain stop, yeah?”
Ida beat and tore at Grace, ripping open her flimsy tank top to expose her full breasts. Grace simply smiled and licked her lips playfully. “Sorry babe, we don’t have time for that kinda of fun.”
Seeing that Grace had the situation well in hand Elena turned to Tracy. “Sounds like one of the couriers friends sampled the merchandise, is it normal to have someone OD off a single dose?”
Tracy shook her head. “Nah, the stuff is pretty safe, for an illegal drug I mean, but one vial is not a single dose, its 24… We dilute the stuff and mix it with…”
“Spare me the details," Elena interrupted. "What would happen if she took a full vial, what would her chances be?”
“Yeah, she’s dead.” Tracy said flatly.
Elena nodded. “Good. Go make sure.”
Tracy looked down at her near naked chest. “In this? I’ll freeze my tits off!”
“Well, then you better hope she has a jacket you can borrow, doesn't sound like she’ll be needing it.”
Tracy walked away, grumbling under her breath and Elena turned back to the girl squirming in Grace’s iron grip. She was a fighter, no doubt about that, few people would have lasted this long. Just as Elena thought it was over the girl gathered what little strength she had left and kicked Grace between the legs with all her might. Grace staggered back with a grunted curse and slipped in a pool of blood, sprawling on her panty clad ass.
Ida collapsed on to the floor, coughing and gasping for air, seemingly unable to stand. Elena doubted there was much fight left in her, but she walked over to finish what Grace had started. She realized almost too late that the girl wasn’t trying to stand up, she was grabbing for a weapon. Elena let instinct take over and as Ida came up wielding an Uzi scavenged from a dead Yakuza girl she dove forward into a roll, grabbing a discarded katana from the floor as she went and rising up into a lunging stab. Ida inhaled sharply as the blade pierced her skin, she looked down and moaned in despair as she saw the blade buried to the hilt in her flat belly. The Uzi fell from her fingers, seemingly forgotten as she made a futile attempt at pulling the blade out, not realizing it had pierced her completely and lodged itself in the wall behind her.
Grace got to her feet and cursed. “My jacket! It’s ruined! What the hell Elena!”
“J-jac… jacket?” Ida asked between sobs. The realization that her killers cared more for a piece of clothing than for her life seemed to hurt her almost as much as the blade did. She coughed and a spasm rippled trough her as blood fell from her lips, spilling down the front of her jacket as her head slumped forward. She moaned softly as her weight settled on the blade, her legs no longer able to fully support her.
Shaking her head Grace rounded on Elena. “So, what am I supposed to wear now, huh?”
“Would you prefer I let her shoot you?” Elena asked. “That would be one way to solve the problem.”
“You could have knocked her out!” Grace growled. “Snapped her neck, something that didn’t involve a bloody hole trough a perfectly good jacket.”
Elena simply shrugged and turned to walk away. “What’s done is done, you’ll just have to improvise. I’ll see you at the rendezvous point, assuming you don’t freeze to death.” Fine, she has a point, but I’ve always wanted to use a sword. Grace is resourceful, she’ll think of something, Elena mused as she walked away, feeling slightly guilty.
Grace glared at her superior’s back as the infuriating woman walked away. Improvise, huh? Fine, I’ll improvise. She glanced around the room quickly, searching for something she had found, but ignored as irrelevant earlier. There you are, she though as she retrieved the item and moved to follow Elena.
“Hey! Elena! Could you do one thing for me before you leave?” Grace called after her.
“And what would that be?” Elena asked as she turned to face Grace. Her eyes widened in alarm. “You can’t be seri-”
“Try not to bleed on my jacket.” Grace hissed as she pulled the trigger of the small .22 caliber pistol. The low powered shot struck Elena right between the eyes, killing her instantly. A thin trickle of blood poured from the wound and ran down the side of her nose. Grace dashed forward and caught Elena’s falling body, laying her down on her back to prevent the blood from staining the jacket. The .22s low caliber had prevented the shot from exiting the back of Elena’s head, ensuring minimal bleeding, just as Grace had hoped.
As she slipped into her new jacket Grace spared a glance for Ida, the girl hung limply from the blade, blood dripping from her crimson lips.
***
Tracy found the third girl in the couriers car, to her surprise the girl was still kicking, literally. The poor girl jerked and spasmed, her whole body shaking, eyes rolled back in her head and white foam flowed from her lips. Feeling sorry for the girl didn’t make the cold any less biting, so Tracy moved the shaking girl into the back seat with some difficulty and began stripping her still squirming body. By the time Tracy was done stripping the girl she felt nice and warm, in addition to the fine jacket she’d helped herself to the girl’s shirt, boots and panties.
As she got up to leave she looked down at the now naked girl, noting that her perky breasts jiggled pleasantly with each spasm, and bent down to kiss her on the forehead. “I’m sorry, but I need it more than you do.” She said and caressed the girl’s chin, wiping away a single tear. “I can’t save you, but perhaps there is something I can do to help.” Looking around to make sure no one could see them she placed her hands on the girls face, covering her nose and mouth.
Deep in Monica’s addled mind she realized death would be a mercy, but she had long since lost control of her body. As her lungs began to burn she felt herself buck and squirm under the angel of mercy that straddled her dying body. What little strength she had left faded quickly and the darkness swallowed her whole.
Tracy released her grip, the girl stared sightlessly up at her, she looked almost peaceful. “What a waste.” She said to herself and ran a hand over the dead girl’s face to close her eyes.
Closing the car door behind her she turned to see Grace striding towards her with a smug smile on her face. She seemed to be wearing Elena’s new jacket and Elena herself was nowhere to be seen, the implication was not lost on Tracy.
Grace gave her an even stare and fingered the handle of the gun hidden in her jacket pocket. “Something you want to say, rookie?”
“Uh… it looks good on you… boss?” Tracy said uncertainly, knowing she was on thin ice.
“Good answer.” Grace said, smiling brightly. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve had it with this cold, lets get the hell out of here.”
Elena, Viper lieutenant.
Grace, tough girl with an attitude.
Tracy, the rookie.
Tracy scrubbed franticly at her skin, even as the blood washed off she didn’t feel clean. Memories of the massacre only minutes earlier replayed in her mind as she jostled for position with the other two Vipers that shared the shower with her.
“Too bad we’re in a hurry.” Elena said, breaking the somber silence. “The three of us could have had some fun in here.”
Grace chuckled and pinched Tracy’s ass. “You might be on to something boss.”
Tracy yelped indigently. “H-hey!” She glared over at Grace who winked at her and walked out of the shower, water dripping from her naked body.
Once they had toweled off they made their way into the nearby bedroom, stepping carefully over the bodies that littered the living room. The apparent was—or rather, had been—a stash house used by the Vipers to supply their street level drug dealers. The location had been a closely guarded secret, but somehow the Yakuza had found them had struck without warning. On any other day the raid would have been a success, but luckily for Tracy the Yakuza had struck just as Viper strike team had stopped by to resupply. Even with the additional firepower the Vipers had taken heavy losses, four girls from Elena’s team had fallen along with the two guards assigned to the apartment along with Tracy.
“Lets hope you have something that fits us,” Grace said as she stepped over the petite, bullet riddled form of Anna—one of Tracy’s former colleagues. “Judging by your friend here it might be a tight squeeze.”
Tracy swallowed nervously. “I hope so too, it’s laundry day, so it might be slim pickings.”
Elena sighed. “For your sake I hope you’re wrong, you are responsible for keeping this place ready for an emergency. It’s cold as hell outside and we need to disappear, it will be hard to blend in if we’re naked.”
“It’s not my fault,” Tracy protested. “Anna is in charge of…” Oh, right… I guess I’m in charge of this mess now, she thought as a memory of Anna’s impressive tits being riddled with bullets rose unbidden in her mind. Well, I guess it’s promotion of sorts, so thats something.
“We will just have to make do, unless you want to stick around and try to wash the blood out of our old clothes,” Grace said dryly. “I’m sure the next wave of crazy Yakuza chicks will wait politely outside.”
***
Monica, the spoiled rich girl.
Ida, the good girl.
Astrid, poor student trying to make ends meet.
“I don’t like this place.” Ida said from the back seat as Astrid pulled into the nearly empty parking lot in front of a run down old apartment building.
“I hate to say it,” Monica conceded. “But I agree with the bookworm, this place seems shady even by my standards.”
“Gee, thanks.” Ida said flatly.
Astrid killed the engine and took a deep breath. “Its perfectly safe,” she said in a tone that left Ida wondering who she was trying to convince. “I just need to drop of a package and collect my payment, I’ll be back in a flash.”
“You sure about this Astrid?” Monica asked, her voice holding genuine concern for once. “I like a walk on the wild side as much as the next girl, but dealing drugs? Thats hard core.”
“I’m not dealing drugs!” Astrid snapped as she got out of the car. “I’m just… I’m just dropping off a package. We can’t all have daddy pay our tuition.”
Monica whistled softly as Astrid made her way to the front door, huddling into her jacket for warmth against the cold winter wind. “Touchy subject. Now, lets see what all the fuzz is about.” She pulled a small vial of clear liquid from her pocket and held it up to the car’s ceiling light to examine it.
“Where did you get that?” Ida asked, face going pale. “Tell me you didn’t…”
“Like they are going to miss one dose, the packaged had like a hundred of these things,” Monica scoffed. “We can share it if you want, no? Suit yourself.” She pulled the stopper and poured the liquid down her throat.
***
“Well, thats just awesome.” Grace exclaimed, looking back and forth between her two companions. “Two tank tops, a pair of jeans and a bra, thats not enough to properly dress one woman, let alone three!”
“Don’t look at me like that, even if I agreed that this place is my responsibility now, I couldn’t have planned for the fact that someone would lob a god damn grenade into my bedroom!” Tracy protested loudly.
Elena opened her mouth angrily, but seemed to think it over and nodded once. “Fine, you have a point. That doesn't solve our problem however, we can’t go out like this. Even if we don’t freeze our nipples off we will attract way too much attention and we are in no shape for a rematch with the Yakuza.”
“Any word on backup?” Grace asked hopefully.
Elena shook her head sadly. “No one is coming to help us. I just got new orders, we are cutting our losses in this city and heading down south to meet up with the twins and their crew.”
Tracy had heard talk about the twins—Isabella and Valentina—they were high ranking Vipers that had been sent south with orders to expand the Vipers territory. By all accounts they had been successful in establishing an outpost of sorts, it would now have to serve as their new headquarters… If they made it out of town alive. I sure picked a great time to sign up…
Stunned silence followed Elena’s words.
“sh*t.” Grace said, eloquently expressing what they all felt. “So we’re letting the Yakuza win?”
“If it’s a choice between pride and survival I know damn well what my choice is, you can stay and reenact the Alamo if you want, but I’m leaving.” Elena said with a shrug.
“Assuming we can find some pants…” Tracy added helpfully.
“These should do,” Elena said, holding up two pairs of leather pants scavenged from fallen Yakuza girls. “No bullet holes and the black leather hides the blood stains, but we still need some sweaters or maybe…”
Elena trailed off as a pretty blonde in a white winter jacket peeked trough the apartments unlocked front door—in truth it wasn’t so much unlocked as broken, the Yakuza had blasted the lock with a shotgun, but the effect was the same. “H-hello.” She said uncertainly.
“…a jacket.” Elena finished, smiling broadly.
The girl’s eyes widened at the sight of the carnage that waited her and she turned to run, but Elena acted swiftly and grabbed the girl, gently leading her into the kitchen. “Shh… its ok. The danger has passed.”
The girl’s face was pale, her eyes locked on Elena’s own. “W-what happened, are they dead?”
“There was a bit of trouble,” Elena said gently. “Its all over now. Now, who are you?”
“That’s Astrid,” Tracy said. “One of our couriers.”
The sound of her name seemed to snap the blonde out of her trance and she quickly presented her delivery to Elena who accepted the parcel and handed it off to Tracy. “That’s great honey, now I just need one more thing from you. Give me your jacket.”
Astrid blinked in confusion, but did as she was told, she was clearly in shock. She stripped off the jacket, revealing a tight white long sleeved shirt underneath, it hugged her slim frame and pert breasts nicely. Elena accepted the soft garment and tried it on, it fit like a glove. “This is perfect, thank you Astrid, now could you back up a few steps please?”
The shell shocked girl nodded and walked backwards until her butt bumped against the back wall. “L-like this? Why-”
“I don’t want blood splatter on my new jacket, obviously.” Elena said, smiling wickedly as she raised her gun.
Astrid stood frozen, like a deer in the headlights, she made no attempt to move or shield herself as the bullets tore into her soft flesh. The first bullet struck dead center of her belly button, followed almost immediately by a pair of shots to her chest, one in each firm breast. She stood gaping uncomprehendingly as three red stains blossomed on her white shirt. She sank slowly down into a sitting position, legs spread wide, a red smear on the wall marked her passage. Her rapid, shallow breathing grew uneven, a thin film of sweat covered her panic stricken face as she looked up at them silently, finally her head slumped forward and a soft death rattle escaped her lips.
***
“Ok, so thats one, any chance of two more well dressed couriers dropping by in the next 5 minutes?” Grace asked dryly.
Tracy chuckled. “Unlikely, the next one isn’t due for another 4 days.” She glanced down at Astrid and closed her eyes. The poor girl hadn’t deserved that, but she knew better than to question Elena. They needed to disappear and leaving lose ends was just bad business. At least the delivery was well timed, they would need all the resources they could find to start fresh in a new city. That’s odd, it looks like a vial is missing, she thought as she examined the package, the chemist was a precised to a fault, every package contained exactly 99 vials, but this one had only 98.
The answer to her unspoken question came from a surprising source. A tall brunette in a blue jacket came rushing into the apartment in a panic. “Astrid! Astrid, where are you?! Something is wrong with Monica, she took one of your vials and…” She trailed off and skidded to a stop, nearly slipping in a pool of blood. “Oh god, what happened here, where is… Astrid, no!” She cried out and rushed towards her friend.
Grace grabbed the panic stricken girl by the throat and slammed her against a wall before she could make any futile attempt at CPR or some such nonsense. Can’t have her staining my new jacket after all, Grace thought with a smile. “Would you please stop wiggling around like that?” Grace growled as she squeezed the girls throat with her bare hands. “Do yourself a favor and just let go, let the pain stop, yeah?”
Ida beat and tore at Grace, ripping open her flimsy tank top to expose her full breasts. Grace simply smiled and licked her lips playfully. “Sorry babe, we don’t have time for that kinda of fun.”
Seeing that Grace had the situation well in hand Elena turned to Tracy. “Sounds like one of the couriers friends sampled the merchandise, is it normal to have someone OD off a single dose?”
Tracy shook her head. “Nah, the stuff is pretty safe, for an illegal drug I mean, but one vial is not a single dose, its 24… We dilute the stuff and mix it with…”
“Spare me the details," Elena interrupted. "What would happen if she took a full vial, what would her chances be?”
“Yeah, she’s dead.” Tracy said flatly.
Elena nodded. “Good. Go make sure.”
Tracy looked down at her near naked chest. “In this? I’ll freeze my tits off!”
“Well, then you better hope she has a jacket you can borrow, doesn't sound like she’ll be needing it.”
Tracy walked away, grumbling under her breath and Elena turned back to the girl squirming in Grace’s iron grip. She was a fighter, no doubt about that, few people would have lasted this long. Just as Elena thought it was over the girl gathered what little strength she had left and kicked Grace between the legs with all her might. Grace staggered back with a grunted curse and slipped in a pool of blood, sprawling on her panty clad ass.
Ida collapsed on to the floor, coughing and gasping for air, seemingly unable to stand. Elena doubted there was much fight left in her, but she walked over to finish what Grace had started. She realized almost too late that the girl wasn’t trying to stand up, she was grabbing for a weapon. Elena let instinct take over and as Ida came up wielding an Uzi scavenged from a dead Yakuza girl she dove forward into a roll, grabbing a discarded katana from the floor as she went and rising up into a lunging stab. Ida inhaled sharply as the blade pierced her skin, she looked down and moaned in despair as she saw the blade buried to the hilt in her flat belly. The Uzi fell from her fingers, seemingly forgotten as she made a futile attempt at pulling the blade out, not realizing it had pierced her completely and lodged itself in the wall behind her.
Grace got to her feet and cursed. “My jacket! It’s ruined! What the hell Elena!”
“J-jac… jacket?” Ida asked between sobs. The realization that her killers cared more for a piece of clothing than for her life seemed to hurt her almost as much as the blade did. She coughed and a spasm rippled trough her as blood fell from her lips, spilling down the front of her jacket as her head slumped forward. She moaned softly as her weight settled on the blade, her legs no longer able to fully support her.
Shaking her head Grace rounded on Elena. “So, what am I supposed to wear now, huh?”
“Would you prefer I let her shoot you?” Elena asked. “That would be one way to solve the problem.”
“You could have knocked her out!” Grace growled. “Snapped her neck, something that didn’t involve a bloody hole trough a perfectly good jacket.”
Elena simply shrugged and turned to walk away. “What’s done is done, you’ll just have to improvise. I’ll see you at the rendezvous point, assuming you don’t freeze to death.” Fine, she has a point, but I’ve always wanted to use a sword. Grace is resourceful, she’ll think of something, Elena mused as she walked away, feeling slightly guilty.
Grace glared at her superior’s back as the infuriating woman walked away. Improvise, huh? Fine, I’ll improvise. She glanced around the room quickly, searching for something she had found, but ignored as irrelevant earlier. There you are, she though as she retrieved the item and moved to follow Elena.
“Hey! Elena! Could you do one thing for me before you leave?” Grace called after her.
“And what would that be?” Elena asked as she turned to face Grace. Her eyes widened in alarm. “You can’t be seri-”
“Try not to bleed on my jacket.” Grace hissed as she pulled the trigger of the small .22 caliber pistol. The low powered shot struck Elena right between the eyes, killing her instantly. A thin trickle of blood poured from the wound and ran down the side of her nose. Grace dashed forward and caught Elena’s falling body, laying her down on her back to prevent the blood from staining the jacket. The .22s low caliber had prevented the shot from exiting the back of Elena’s head, ensuring minimal bleeding, just as Grace had hoped.
As she slipped into her new jacket Grace spared a glance for Ida, the girl hung limply from the blade, blood dripping from her crimson lips.
***
Tracy found the third girl in the couriers car, to her surprise the girl was still kicking, literally. The poor girl jerked and spasmed, her whole body shaking, eyes rolled back in her head and white foam flowed from her lips. Feeling sorry for the girl didn’t make the cold any less biting, so Tracy moved the shaking girl into the back seat with some difficulty and began stripping her still squirming body. By the time Tracy was done stripping the girl she felt nice and warm, in addition to the fine jacket she’d helped herself to the girl’s shirt, boots and panties.
As she got up to leave she looked down at the now naked girl, noting that her perky breasts jiggled pleasantly with each spasm, and bent down to kiss her on the forehead. “I’m sorry, but I need it more than you do.” She said and caressed the girl’s chin, wiping away a single tear. “I can’t save you, but perhaps there is something I can do to help.” Looking around to make sure no one could see them she placed her hands on the girls face, covering her nose and mouth.
Deep in Monica’s addled mind she realized death would be a mercy, but she had long since lost control of her body. As her lungs began to burn she felt herself buck and squirm under the angel of mercy that straddled her dying body. What little strength she had left faded quickly and the darkness swallowed her whole.
Tracy released her grip, the girl stared sightlessly up at her, she looked almost peaceful. “What a waste.” She said to herself and ran a hand over the dead girl’s face to close her eyes.
Closing the car door behind her she turned to see Grace striding towards her with a smug smile on her face. She seemed to be wearing Elena’s new jacket and Elena herself was nowhere to be seen, the implication was not lost on Tracy.
Grace gave her an even stare and fingered the handle of the gun hidden in her jacket pocket. “Something you want to say, rookie?”
“Uh… it looks good on you… boss?” Tracy said uncertainly, knowing she was on thin ice.
“Good answer.” Grace said, smiling brightly. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve had it with this cold, lets get the hell out of here.”