Page 16 of The Darkest Hour

We both waited for the other to make a move.

A guard silently got to my side. I had no idea where he came from, but I was happy he arrived. Two others hurried in and got behind me.

I whispered, “How many people are down?”

“Almost all of security but five or so are still alive.”

“Fuck.” Their deaths wouldn’t go unnoticed. I’d have a lot to account for with the hotel, once all of this was done.

Yeah. I’m going to kill this asshole.

“So,” I leaned in. “He’s on the ceiling. We rush forward and blast the top.”

“Okay.”

I gripped the gun hard. “Go.”

The guard rushed off, charging to the opening of the hallway with his arms in the air, shooting at the ceiling. It was at this moment a tiny, masked figure dressed in black stepped out of the shadows and sliced off his arm.

No! He wasn’t on the ceiling after all.

Stunned, I didn’t even move.

Hold on.

The shit happened so fast and so unexpected, but I did catch a decent view of the cocksucker.

Tall and curvy? Breasts? That’s a woman!

The Deadly Dance

Havoc

So many dead men lay on the ground, covered in bullets. And they had all been taken down by one woman.

What the fuck?

This black mask covered her entire head.

Another guard charged for her.

She sliced the guard’s eyes, leaving a deep red gash over his nose. Blood and other liquids spurted out.

She’s fucking ruthless!

I shot at her several times, giving the trigger no relief.

And she dodged my bullets, flipping back, twisting, bouncing off the wall, and getting behind the newly blinded guard. I didn’t know if I was shooting at her or shadows. And then she disappeared but not before letting out another long whistle.

A smoke bomb went off in the hall, letting out a thick fog.

Definitely a woman. Too slick. Moves too much like a dancer. And damn near too much showing off.

The blinded guard staggered toward the lobby screaming like a wounded animal and falling over the other dead men on the floor.

Fire crackled and popped around us.

Blood and death soaked the air.