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Post by Gladys Lovegood & Kirk Douglas on Nov 27, 2012 13:52:50 GMT -5
Ol' Gladys is on the hunt tonight. She's been givin' a list and she's checkin' twice - to see who she has to kill, naughty or nice.
"A girl has her expenses," she chuckles to herself, pulling out her equipment - a M40 bolt action sniper rifle, United States Marines Corps standard issue. She bought it off a guy on the black market.
She's never sniped before, but she thought it would be just dandy to try different styles of assassination than her usual flare.
She's laying low in rented out office space, owned by a dummy corporation she had set up for this very purpose. Several stories off the ground, she waits. Rifle ready, waiting for one of her targets to just stroll on by. She has a gut feeling that one of them will.
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Post by The Gunslinger on Nov 27, 2012 16:49:01 GMT -5
Another figure, with many similarities to Gladys, stalked the streets for any signs of the -REDACTED-. He wasn't an old lady, but he had a gun, and that was what mattered.
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Post by Gladys Lovegood & Kirk Douglas on Nov 27, 2012 19:19:07 GMT -5
Gladys yawns, "Come on you piker, show yourself already. I have to use the john!"
She watched the street through her binoculars. It was getting late, her target may be a no show.
An unfamiliar stranger walked by the building. Gladys thought he looked pretty shifty, but she checked the list - he wasn't on it, at least for now.
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Post by Emily Madigan on Nov 28, 2012 1:32:55 GMT -5
Emily patrolled the streets as she raced through the streets on her bike, on the lookout for anything that might be amiss, as she parked in front of the building Gladys was in. She was tired and needed some rest as she stretched her arms and decided to snooze on her bike for a few moments before continuing on her way.
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Post by Gladys Lovegood & Kirk Douglas on Nov 28, 2012 12:49:44 GMT -5
Gladys does a wicked Grinch-like grin - one of her targets had the good grace to park right in front of her building during office hours.
"Finally i thought you would never show up."
Gladys didn't know exactly who hired the hit, but that didn't matter to her in the slightest - she was in this for the money. Plane tickets around the world, fancy clothes, and weaponized jewelry weren't cheap.
"This is going to be easy pickin's," she chuckles noticing her target had the audacity to actually fall asleep when Gladys was about to take her life.
She aims her sniper rifle and fires.....missing the woman by a longshot and hitting a random squirrel climbing a tree instead.
"Shit!"
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Post by Emily Madigan on Nov 28, 2012 16:48:10 GMT -5
Emily heard the crack of gunshot before instantly ducking as people screamed, "Get away from here now!" she yelled as people began to run for cover, what the hell was going on here? She immediately drew her gun and went to cover before trying to determine where the shot came from.
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Post by Gladys Lovegood & Kirk Douglas on Nov 29, 2012 0:11:55 GMT -5
Gladys swiftly closes the window and ducks down so nobody will see her.
"If i don't high tail it now, i'll be left holding the bag for sure!"
Gladys leaves the gun, no fingerprints since she was wearing gloves (she's not an amateur after all) and slowly crawls towards the door, trying not to make much sound.
"I'm no sap. That gal's got a gun and, unlike me, I'm sure she knows how to use it. I'm going to have to try a slightly different approach."
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Post by Emily Madigan on Nov 29, 2012 0:18:20 GMT -5
Emily looked through the corner of the building hoping to spot where the shooter was, she didn't know who the target was or whether it was just some thrill seeking junkie looking for a quick fix. But whoever it was she was going to take him down like any other criminal.
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Post by Gladys Lovegood & Kirk Douglas on Nov 29, 2012 0:32:10 GMT -5
"Shit. This was the wrong day to break in my new thong!" Gladys groans while desperately trying to fix a wedgie.
She managed to exit "her" office and is now making her way down the stairs.
"Oh. Almost forget."
She reaches into her cleavage and pulls out a small remote. She presses the big red button and.....BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!
A small, but powerful bomb detonates back in her office. She nearly falls down the stairs thanks to the shockwave.
"That'll provide a nice distraction."
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Post by Emily Madigan on Nov 29, 2012 0:33:49 GMT -5
"Jesus Christ!" she swore as she saw the building explode, "What the hell is going on here?" she asked as she went in as people screamed even more, if she didn't know any better she would have thought that a terrorist just decided to blow up a building. That was not good at all as she worked with other LEOs and corralled the bystanders to a safer place.
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Post by Gladys Lovegood & Kirk Douglas on Nov 29, 2012 0:42:43 GMT -5
Speaking of bystanders, in all of that chaos Gladys had managed to slip out and mix herself into the crowd.
"ALIENS!" she screams at the top of her lungs, "It WAS THE ALIENS! THEY'VE COME TO OUR TAKE OUR KIDNEYS! THEY WANT TO WEAR THEM LIKE SLIPPERS!"
"Not my kidney!" screams a confused old bearded man.
Gladys looks all around for her target, whatsherface, and finally she finds her.
"Dearie!" She calls out to the police woman, "You there! I'm an old woman and i need help!"
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Post by Emily Madigan on Nov 29, 2012 0:45:57 GMT -5
Emily turned to see an old woman shouting about aliens, well that could happen considering the amount of non-human threats that were rising, but she doubt that was the cause of tonight's problems. She was then called by said old woman when she said she needed help, "Alright what kind of help do you need ma'am?" she asked.
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Post by Gladys Lovegood & Kirk Douglas on Nov 29, 2012 0:50:41 GMT -5
Gladys smiles, "The dropping dead kind."
Gladys thrusts her prosthetic right arm forward as a six-inch blade protrudes from the knuckle, aimed right for Emily's throat.
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Post by Emily Madigan on Nov 29, 2012 0:58:52 GMT -5
Thankfully Emily had not only police training, but additional training due to her being the user of the G3-X system as she barely dodged the blade as she sidestepped and kicked Gladys in the stomach, "That's assault on a police officer," she stated as she got ready to use the G3-X system, that weren't many criminals that would brazenly attack a police officer and with her added responsibility this could not be a coincidence.
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Post by Gladys Lovegood & Kirk Douglas on Nov 29, 2012 1:06:34 GMT -5
"Ouch," Gladys cries out after getting kicked in the stomach and forced off her feet, "You would hurt a fragile old woman? Would kind of police harlot are you?"
Gladys really was getting old. Twenty years ago, this bitch would be dead already. Good thing she had a contingency plan.
She slowly helps herself back up, but not before retrieving her lightweight pistol from the secret compartment from her prosthetic left leg. She swiftly aims at Emily and pulls the trigger, but....nothing happens.
"Damn it. Forgot about the safety. Just give me a minute, dear."
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