http://3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] 3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] twiststheblade 2006-06-23 07:36 am (UTC)

Goldy is following, keeping an eye on the progress of her companions, and still knocking off an occasional member of the rear guard.

It's at this point that the emergency lighting kicks in. Goldy hadn't figured on back up power overcoming the effects of her bomb so quickly. And for all the advantage that the night vision goggles bestowed, they now severely impair the wearers.

What was blurry imaging before, is now an intensified and semi-blinding wash of green light.

Goldy curses under her breath and pushes the goggles up, blinking hard to try and readjust her vision. "Lose the goggles!" she shouts.

She won't fire randomly when she can't aim. So her gun is silenced in the most effective fashion now. Cries go up from the men at the far end of the corridor, as they sense a turning of the tables. Unseen by the blonde, bullets shred the carpet and rake down the hall towards her.

She can hear though.

It's a horrible feeling, suddenly realizing that you are a sitting duck.

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