And then there's a strangled gasp and a few chest convulsions.
Then, all at once, life returns in dramatic fashion. When they jerk open, Goldy's eyes are ablaze with pain and fury. She's fairly oblivious to anyone in attendance, and to the shots that are still pranging off the walls and floor around her.
"MUTHERFUCK...!" she yells as she struggles to get into a sitting position and yank her T-shirt free of her pants. Once it's free, she reaches under it and quickly pulls out three compressed shells from the rib and stomach area of her Kevlar, which she hurls away angrily.
"Can't. Believe. The fuckers actually hit me!" she wheezes.
She now realizes that there's water still glugging out of the cooler, and onto her.
"CAN'T BELIEVE I'M WET AGAIN!" she screams.
That, apparently, is the final straw. She slaps a new clip into her Beretta, and grabs the Springfield .45 from the small of her back. She looks a bit unhinged, to say the least. Raging might be a better description, if more than her eyes were visible. "Stay the fuck down," she snaps at the little Asian crouching nearby.
And with that she leaves her hiding place and dives sideways across the corridor, both guns blazing as she flies through the air...
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Then, an eyelid flutters.
And then there's a strangled gasp and a few chest convulsions.
Then, all at once, life returns in dramatic fashion. When they jerk open, Goldy's eyes are ablaze with pain and fury. She's fairly oblivious to anyone in attendance, and to the shots that are still pranging off the walls and floor around her.
"MUTHERFUCK...!" she yells as she struggles to get into a sitting position and yank her T-shirt free of her pants. Once it's free, she reaches under it and quickly pulls out three compressed shells from the rib and stomach area of her Kevlar, which she hurls away angrily.
"Can't. Believe. The fuckers actually hit me!" she wheezes.
She now realizes that there's water still glugging out of the cooler, and onto her.
"CAN'T BELIEVE I'M WET AGAIN!" she screams.
That, apparently, is the final straw. She slaps a new clip into her Beretta, and grabs the Springfield .45 from the small of her back. She looks a bit unhinged, to say the least. Raging might be a better description, if more than her eyes were visible. "Stay the fuck down," she snaps at the little Asian crouching nearby.
And with that she leaves her hiding place and dives sideways across the corridor, both guns blazing as she flies through the air...