The Impact

Everything is shiny. Bright and shiny. Everything is clean. It’s time to blow something up.

This sunny afternoon we find our darling Cassi Castillo, newly dubbed The Grey by Mrs. Cindy Owens,  packing. Yes, our little killer is ready to play.
Boots hit the ground one at a time as she enters the spinning glass. Once around-everything is set. She sees red. Again around then out.

Two security guards greet her eyes turning wide in a breath. Her guns are already out and now, now there are zero security guards. Through the metal detectors triggering alarms-the real fire power comes out. From behind pillars decorating the lobby and from balconies from the floor above click all visible, all guns drawn.
“Drop-”
Laughing like a manic she pulls a detonator black nailed thumb presses boom balconies, and pillars come crashing down. Guns go off but our girls ahead of the game. Boots hit marble floor as the dust of explosions and gun fire fill the space. “Everybody’s dying today boys! Everybody’s gonna die!” she cackles reaching the elevator as the police run into sight-someone on the outside rung the fuzz. Gotta wonder-nope she’s got that covered. Painted fingers find the street detonator, button go down-pigs burn.

Ping.

Elevator doors open. She enters black lips itching at ears “Frank baby I’m gonna get every last one. Every last mother fucking one.” up, up, up  each floor brings out another detonator. 14 floors and every support beam and wall intact Frank taught baby real good.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Then the elevator slows to a stop ping doors open to an orderly evacuation line-to the elevator? Bullets fly, blood splatter coats our girl, ping doors close.

Dropping the empties she punches her thigh two floors go boom. Near salivating she thinks of the emergency exits and those beautifully narrow stair wells! Her mouth twitches and the hysterics begin.

Ping.

Top floor. Doors open boots hit carpet and bullets begin to fly “not gonna stop until everybody’s dead!” Laughing and twirling at random intervals the grey makes her way to the boss. The plan worked beautifully leaving every head and their busy bees completely unaware of the chaos. All still buzzing now shocked, some dead. Men and women drop to the floor, scrambling into offices as explosive boom triggered by unlucky movement. Some of the heads-those elite bastards of Impact are still breathing, but she keeps moving.

Double doors meet her boot slamming open. Impacts boss is already standing, bullets flying for Cassi’s pretty little head. Boom. There goes the boss, his desk, and the side of the building. Double doors swing close. Our lady instantly drops the rocket launcher and pulls a cigar. Only a moment to savor the kill, she turns round-the doors swing open. Franks voice in her ear, once to target, twice to kill.

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