Theif-chapter 4

“Let GO!” She shrieked. She couldn’t get caught! No-she was an expert at this and one novice security guard wasn’t going to stop her. NO ONE was going to stop her!

She kicked New Guy’s face hard with her powerful right leg. He grimaced but clung to her left ankle with all his might, despite the swift and fatal blows that she was throwing at him.

“You’re supposed to be unconscious, you MORON !!” She yelled as she tried to pry his grip away. He wouldn’t move from his place.

She growled as the men started to run towards her. That got her mind going and she actually smiled at New Guy when her devious idea crept out of her throat.

“Okay, sweetie, if you really don’t want to let go…” She whispered into his bleeding ear. “Then we’ll improvise!”

She dug into her bag and grabbed New Guy’s old gun, thrusting it meaningfully to his throat. She sunk down to his level and gritted her teeth menacingly. “I’m not done yet.”

Then she pressed her cold lips to his forehead and pulled the trigger.

The noise stunned the other men now advancing towards her and she momentarily looked up and smiled at them. She laughed loudly and looked pitifully at New Guy.

His eyes were glued open now and he slowly lowered his head. Gently, in a mothering fashion, she removed his fingers from her ankle and placed them thoughtfully on the ground.

“Crap.” She muttered as the numerous men started to pile on top of her. She knew she was outmatched. Three guys, maybe four she could handle, but several dozen? Yeah, she thought, this isn’t good.