Samantha strolled out of the elevator and looked around for her gun. Finding it on the ground, she bent over to grab it. Just milliseconds before the gun’s cold steel was in contact with Samantha’s warm skin, It was snatched. Samantha’s eyes darted to the man who had grabbed it.
Lt. Keith Scout grabbed the gun and aimed it at Samantha. Without hesitation, Samantha grabbed the gun’s silencer and pulled herself in to Keith. Samantha turned her back to him and wrapped the arm which hold the gun in her armpit. With two hands, she pried the gun out of his fingers by forcing it to aim upward until it was upside down. She then spun around and put Keith in an arm bar. Samantha gripped her gun in one hand and Keith’s arm, which was snug in an arm bar, in the other. She aimed the gun at his back and pulled the trigger.
Keith, however, was more slippery then that. He bent his elbow, getting himself out of the arm bar, lowered his body and backed up into Sam. The bullet slammed into the floor and left a small smoke stack where it hit. Keith shifted and elbowed Sam right in the gut, knocking the wind out of her. Keith spun around, undoing the arm bar she had put him in and threw a head level high kick.
The kick connected ever so slightly, sending Samantha backward with a bloody nose. Keith took the opportunity to snatch the gun from her hand. Samantha was a little more stubborn then that, however. The gun was aimed at the wall and both of them were pulling it. Finally, Samantha won after Keith looked down briefly and took off running for the elevator. Slightly puzzled, Samantha calibrates her shot and carefully tugs the trigger. Scout timed when that would happen and dove into a summersault. The bullet grazed his back, then plummeted to the ground. Keith came up from his summersault and hit the elevator button a thousand times with each finger. His eyes were darting frantically between Samantha and the elevator.
Samantha was slightly puzzled. Why would he do that? He was putting up a good fight and could have easily taken the gun. Just before Samantha readied her gun for another shot she realized Keith had something black in his other hand. She didn’t think anything of it until she raised the gun and pulled the trigger. The gun made a sound that made Samantha cringe. The sound of the hammer’s click against the slide. Samantha had a scowl on her face as she quickly examined the gun. Keith was still punching the elevator summoning button.
After a second of examining the gun Sam realized it had no magazine. But why did it fire the first time? Because there was one in the chamber! Samantha answered her own question as she scanned the ground for her magazine that had obviously dropped from her gun and she hadn’t noticed. Then she remembered the small black object in Keith’s hand. Without hesitation she scrambled in her clothes to get another magazine. Finally, the elevator doors opened and Keith dove in. Recovering from his dive he crawled to his hands and knees and punched the button with the picture of elevator doors closing. He then punched the button that had a giant “L” printed on it. Keith looked around and saw a man who had blood running down his face and multiple bruises. He then glanced at Samantha who had found another magazine. She slammed it into the gun and pulled the slide back. The gun racked a round in the chamber. But it was too late. The doors began closing with the ring of a bell.
“Oh hey, boss.” The man said. Keith was still on his hands and knees when he looked over at Thomas.
“Thomas!?” Keith said in astonishment after realizing that it was, in fact Thomas. He was hardly recognizable with his hair roughed up and his face bleeding. Scout had always thought of him as a couch commando. He never did like to get in down and dirty. Even with girls.
“Yeah?” He asked with eyes looking different directions and raised eyebrows. “How’ve you been?” Keith frowned in confusion at Thomas and shook his head. He then glanced back over at Samantha who was walking towards them with a leveled gun.
Without warning, the sound of bullets coming out of the barrel and into the air filled the elevator. Lt. Scout hit the floor and rolled to the front of the elevator. He watched as bullets cleared the elevator doors and made holes in the walls. He watched as they missed Thomas’ head by inches. After ten rounds, the elevator declined enough to where it was no longer in range.
“Oh, you know.” Keith said with a shrug. “The usual.” He said, shaking his head. “Get assassinated, go without lunch, get my butt kicked by a girl-“
“Like a boss.” Thomas said with a grin. Scout returned the grin.
“Man, I’ve had to go pee since I woke up this morning!” Keith said, grabbing his crotch with both hands. Thomas laughed.
“Well that redefined the term, ‘Hell hath seen no fury like a women scorned.’ Didn’t it?” Thomas asked loudly with a grin.
“Thomas?” Keith asked, looking at his throat.
“Yeah?” Thomas asked back with raised eyebrows, making eye contact with Scout.
“What happened to your throat?” Blood had begun to trickle down from the wound. Thomas looked down and tried to look at his throat. Obviously, to no avail.
“Hm? Nothing… Nothing happened to my throat.” He said nervously, rubbing it with his hand. Keith decided to let it go for now. Keith could see that Thomas wasn’t thinking right and it was even more obvious that he was disappointed about something. Scout leaned his head against the elevator door and finally gained control of his breathing.
Edited by MarkusDaWise on 12/17/2012 9:03 PM PST