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Kylie Criswell carefully slid along the wall of the warehouse. The tip had been simple from a reliable source: 121 Hudson Street at midnight, the arms deal was going down with King Cordon; watch out for the security lasers. Kylie was here to make sure the deal didn't happen.
Nobody wanted the kind of firepower in the hands of the Black Mamba gang that Cordon could provide, certainly not her boss. She'd put on the tightest outfit she had, knowing any free-flowing clothes could set off the highly-sensitive lasers that the King used in his buildings. It was 11:45 now so she just had to... What was that?
The stinging sensation hit her out of nowhere. There was no sound, no lights. Could it have been automated? The gun in her hand suddenly feels very heavy and Kylie lurches awkwardly, desperately seeking the wall with her palm. She finds it but it doesn't help a bit because she can't feel her fingers or her legs now. Everything is numb. The floor rushes up to me her. No, she was going down and that hurts all over like a son-of-a-bitch. Until it doesn't. She feels the gun slip from her helpless fingers even as her eyelids stutter in her head. "This isn't going to be good," she thinks to herself before she thinks nothing at all as her breath sighs from her lungs and she twitches and dives into the void that King Cordon had carefully planned.
Nobody wanted the kind of firepower in the hands of the Black Mamba gang that Cordon could provide, certainly not her boss. She'd put on the tightest outfit she had, knowing any free-flowing clothes could set off the highly-sensitive lasers that the King used in his buildings. It was 11:45 now so she just had to... What was that?
The stinging sensation hit her out of nowhere. There was no sound, no lights. Could it have been automated? The gun in her hand suddenly feels very heavy and Kylie lurches awkwardly, desperately seeking the wall with her palm. She finds it but it doesn't help a bit because she can't feel her fingers or her legs now. Everything is numb. The floor rushes up to me her. No, she was going down and that hurts all over like a son-of-a-bitch. Until it doesn't. She feels the gun slip from her helpless fingers even as her eyelids stutter in her head. "This isn't going to be good," she thinks to herself before she thinks nothing at all as her breath sighs from her lungs and she twitches and dives into the void that King Cordon had carefully planned.