While the guard's gun seeks a target, Goldy's Beretta does not. For it is sighted directly at the man's forehead.
Her aim is settled and unwavering. She's in her element. An unblinking statue in the shadows of the foliage. Unmindful of the tears of rain coursing down her face. Unflinching at the cold droplets that somehow find a way through the maze of gold and touch the back of her neck. Drenched almost to the skin, but still wearing a deadly cloak of poise and focus.
( breathe in, steady hand, exhale )
She's always been a shoot first-ask questions later kind of girl. That's how it has to be in her line of work.
( breathe in, steady hand, exhale )
There is an unrelenting spat-spat-spat of water hitting a leaf just inches from her steely gaze. She hears it and thinks it sounds almost like the ticking of a big clock. Nothing changes. There are no doubts, and there will be no remorse.
( breathe in, steady hand, exhale... and squeeze )
The drip holds, missing a beat. Then it falls, larger and different of tone.
no subject
Her aim is settled and unwavering. She's in her element. An unblinking statue in the shadows of the foliage. Unmindful of the tears of rain coursing down her face. Unflinching at the cold droplets that somehow find a way through the maze of gold and touch the back of her neck. Drenched almost to the skin, but still wearing a deadly cloak of poise and focus.
( breathe in, steady hand, exhale )
She's always been a shoot first-ask questions later kind of girl. That's how it has to be in her line of work.
( breathe in, steady hand, exhale )
There is an unrelenting spat-spat-spat of water hitting a leaf just inches from her steely gaze. She hears it and thinks it sounds almost like the ticking of a big clock. Nothing changes. There are no doubts, and there will be no remorse.
( breathe in, steady hand, exhale... and squeeze )
The drip holds, missing a beat. Then it falls, larger and different of tone.
—tock—
Miho's word...
...And the shot is postponed.