02-10-2018, 11:16 PM
Niceties out of the way… “A2 means we can have all the King’s horses and all the King’s men...” Her tone dried out. “However, I think we can handle it for now as the King’s men are a little too soft for my taste.” Nika walked over to a long wall and pressed her hand to an area five feet up from the floor above the light switches. The wall parted in foot-wide segments to reveal a backlit cache of weapons, ammunition and armor. “Now then, I don’t play rank games either. Results speak for themselves so we seem to be on the same page there. Take what you need for a reconnoiter, there's another safe house we need to see. At minimum we’ll need to be able to communicate with each other so an earpiece is in order.”
It didn’t seem like the other women were fresh out of the Vatican but the assassin really would rather they not accidentally shoot one another in the darkness. She selected an integrally suppressed 9mm pistol and a couple of empty mags. The assassin had her own taste in ammunition and dug in her satchel for a cloth case with some sort of cat cartoon printed on the front. She made short work of loading the cased telescope rounds into the magazines, the black blunt-tipped cylinders not even resembling the bullets of yesteryear but rather appearing more like worn stubby crayons. Shooters all had their preference. The assassin finished her quick prep and clicked home the clip before chambering a round with a smart ratchet of the slide. Nika checked the optics quickly and slid her weapon into a shoulder holster. “Ready? The other house is a block away." That was kind of ridiculous in her mind.
Edited by Nika Raskov, Feb 10 2018, 11:54 PM.
It didn’t seem like the other women were fresh out of the Vatican but the assassin really would rather they not accidentally shoot one another in the darkness. She selected an integrally suppressed 9mm pistol and a couple of empty mags. The assassin had her own taste in ammunition and dug in her satchel for a cloth case with some sort of cat cartoon printed on the front. She made short work of loading the cased telescope rounds into the magazines, the black blunt-tipped cylinders not even resembling the bullets of yesteryear but rather appearing more like worn stubby crayons. Shooters all had their preference. The assassin finished her quick prep and clicked home the clip before chambering a round with a smart ratchet of the slide. Nika checked the optics quickly and slid her weapon into a shoulder holster. “Ready? The other house is a block away." That was kind of ridiculous in her mind.
Edited by Nika Raskov, Feb 10 2018, 11:54 PM.