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Posted July 5th, 2010
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This is a oneshot I made over the course of about two weeks. Since I am unable to find a beta, I'll need the help of all of you folks to review this so I may make the necessary changes in an edit. Bear in mind, however, that I'm not forcing you to review thoroughly, though I'd appreciate much more. In my opinion, it's not my best work, but, since I never like anything I write, I'll leave that up to you all to decide.
Rated R for explicit violence, mild adult themes, and coarse, harsh language.
This was approved by Astinus.
Rated R for explicit violence, mild adult themes, and coarse, harsh language.
This was approved by Astinus.
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Addiction
A loose cannon cop – an irresponsible and reckless individual whose behavior endangers the group he or she belongs to or perhaps just generally winds them up with their wrong-headed logic. These words so perfectly described one individual. Her heart was filled with good intentions; however, her body seemed to make those intentions go awry. Murder was on her hands. Yet she still received cases – potentially fatal cases. At her desk, she was just finishing up paperwork that needed to be complete by the end of the day. A case had closed and she had to make it official. She knew that, after finishing, she'd have another case to do. This case was the most dangerous case she would ever have.
"Miki, it's time," one of the woman's co-workers placed a hand on her barely clothed shoulder. Miki stood from her seat, pushing down her abnormally short skirt. Without a word, she walked across the hard wood floors. Her heels clacked against the oak as she passed by the nearly empty office. A few cubicles still contained officers who had to read and reply to the rest of their email.
Finally, Miki made it to the front office to see her boss, Marshal. His beady eyes scanned the tinted window in the door as he saw Miki's figure approach. She turned the golden knob and stepped into his office. The office was practically bare except for a small lamp in the corner, her boss's desk, and two chairs, one of which the boss rested on.
"You wanted to see me, Sir?" she asked, sitting on the chair and crossing her left leg over her right. The boss was able to catch a small glimpse of her black, lacy panties; however, he didn't mention them as not to anger Miki. Marshal picked up a small folder, sliding it across the table to Miki. Miki flicked it open.
"Apparently, a corporate suit had gotten into some trouble with a big-shot oil tycoon. The tycoon had injured the man and kidnaped his daughter, Sarah Parker," Marshal explained as Miki read the article inside of the folder. The article explained to her in fuller detail, giving her the whereabouts of the tycoon's hideout.
"He won't be there," Marshal said, noticing her reading intently.
"No. . But his buddies will," Miki said, flicking back her medium-length, light brown hair. Knowing her current mission, she stood from her chair and walked toward the door. The boss leaned back in his chair, the light from the lamp shimmering off his balding head. He was unsure if she would make it out alive.
Miki rushed to her convertible, clipping two pistols to her holster, which lay across her waist, covering some of her stomach. Across her back, she placed a shotgun in a different holster. The sun was setting; Miki knew she had to be quick if she wanted to save Sarah. As she strode to the black, stream-line car, she got out her keys, pressing a button to open up the door. The door opened upwards, allowing Miki to get in with no problems. The leather of the front seat chaffed against the backs of her thighs.
"This ****in' skirt," Miki muttered to herself, lighting a cigarette. After putting her lighter back in her bra, she opened the glove box, pulling out some extra ammunition for all three of her guns and a black, circular mechanism with two bright red buttons on it and a timer-like appendage in the front. After an inspection for any faults and imperfections, she revved the car and headed off, running through both red lights and stop signs.
Regardless of her reckless driving, she never once hit someone she wasn't aiming for.
After a few minutes on the road, Miki's cellular phone rang.
"Talk to me," she answered, taking a puff of her cigarette.
"Yo, Miki, it's me," her friend, Dusten, was on the other line. He was more of a brother than anything, "where are you? You're not in the office."
"I'm on a mission; I'll call you back," said Miki, reaching her destination.
"Don't forget, you need to –" Miki interrupted Dusten by hanging up on him.
"Yeah, yeah. Stupid bastard," she muttered to herself, flicking her cigarette onto the ground as she stepped out of her car. Once she stomped on the cigarette, she evaluated her surroundings. There seemed to be no one outside, but she'd need to look over the 10 foot tall brick fence to check for people guarding. The top of the fence was lined with barbed wire and two spotlights from the shack on the inside kept watched, unmanned. Apathetic and in a rush, Miki slipped on her gloves to dull the pain of the barbed wire. She locked her car doors from the inside as not to make a sound with her keypad.
After sizing up the wall briefly, she stepped backwards, digging her high heels into the soft soil, and rushed toward the grey stone. Her heels caught the side of the wall, allowing her access to the very top. The black gloves against her slender fingers cushioned her hand which had been pressed up against the barbed wire. Regardless, she could feel the barbed wire poke her skin.
Miki peeked her head over the wall to see two guards with rifles waiting for an intrusion.
"Let's give them what they've been waiting for," Miki smirked, pulling some of the wire off of the wall. Though the spikes dug into her hands, she was easily able to make the wire like a lasso. She aimed carefully at the man furthest from her in order to have a good chance at capturing and killing the man nearest her. Miki wound up the wire, tossing it as best as she could. Immediately, the lasso fell across the man's shoulders. He seemed to barely feel something, but he didn't think anything of it. That is until Miki yanked on the lasso, making it cut into the man's neck.
His partner, hearing the man's cries, looked over, almost falling to the ground in disgust at the ounces of blood pouring out of the man's neck. Crimson liquid splashed against the ground, signaling the end of the man's life. His partner turned around, his blue eyes shimmering in the night as he searched for the culprit. He was quick to find her; however, she was already on her way down to him. Miki's heels connected with the man's face, knocking him onto the cement underneath his muscular body. Miki whipped out her gun, slamming it into his chest and pulling the trigger. Due to his uniform, the gunshot was quieter than normal.
His eyes stayed open and his head fell to the side, letting the blood fall from his mouth and surround his shoulders freely, rather than pouring down the back of his throat. Miki put her gun away, standing up straight from her crouching position. Stray wind blew through the battleground, lifting up Miki's skirt in the process as she stared down the building in front of her. The building was a medium-sized, run-down shack, made of less than solid wood. She heard scrambling in the building. The rest of the men must've been able to pick up the shouting from outside.
"There she is!" Miki heard a shout coming from the right light that overlooked where she stood. She came eye to eye with a gun barrel. As if an instinct, she ran off toward the building, barely avoiding a barrage of lead from the shotgun aimed at her. Another gun shot was heard, making Miki jump backwards and narrowly avoid a collision with another bullet. Angered, she pulled out both of her guns and turned to the side, firing at her adversary who stupidly allowed himself to stay in plain view. She alternated between her left and her right hands as she fired, getting rid of two men quickly and efficiently. Almost immediately after entering the building, Miki was forced to duck behind five large boxes that were stacked in twos with one stray on the top.
The smell of blood and alcohol was extremely present, filling her nostrils as soon as she infiltrated the hideout. Regardless of how strong it was, she was used to these smells. However, she had no time to reminisce about her past; these guys were not going to go easy on her just because she was a girl.
Her first plan came to mind quickly. After putting her guns away, she grabbed onto a nearby beer bottle, popping open the top, and then reached into her bra. After taking a swig of the booze, she lit the lighter she had placed inside of her bra and hopped out of her hiding space, putting the lighter up to her mouth. With a smirk, she blew, creating a flamethrower. The men were caught off-guard and ultimately suffered from burns and scorched skin. Self-satisfied, Miki calmly walked through the burnt bodies, looking for any clue as to where their boss had scurried off to.
Not long after, she had come across the man that fired at her from the watchtower.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, staring her down. He seemed to be unarmed.
"I'm looking for your boss. Where is he?" asked Miki forcefully. She wasn't one to be messed with. The man smirked, all of a sudden taking off toward Miki, grabbing her neck and slamming her into a wall. He shoved his body between Miki's legs, making certain that she'd be unable to kick him or fight back. Miki didn't even flinch.
"You don't want to find our boss. He might just kill you. Can't have that," the man reached for Miki's chest. Miki, who had her hands around the wrist of the hand that was around her throat, began to move one hand up and the other hand down. A gasp escaped her opponent's lips. He felt his wrist start to snap in two.
"Tell me. Now," Miki forced the man to the ground, holding his wrist. If she moved his wrist even an inch more, the bones would break.
"He's at the big business in town! After hours, he heads off to the G & E Incorporated to count his money!" the man answered frantically.
Miki had gotten her information; however, she was unsatisfied. Not once did she make the man scream, and that's what she aimed for. Miki dropped the man's wrist and got out one of her hand guns. The man raised his arms into the air, telling her that he was surrendering. Unfortunately for him, Miki didn't take kindly to those who give up.
She smirked at him, drawing back the hammer of the gun. A loud click signified its readiness.
"Please. . Don't kill me," the man cowered.
"I'll see you in hell," Miki chuckled, firing the gun. Right before the bullet hit between the man's eyes, a loud, blood-curdling scream pierced the night – his scream. His body plopped backwards, lifeless. Now Miki knew where she was headed. She was prepared to take on the boss. Without wasting any time, Miki rushed out to her car, her heels clacking on the wood flooring, then on the concrete, and then on the hard soil. As she ran through, she saw a bit of the fire from one man's body head toward a tank of gasoline. She estimated her time to leave was about five seconds.
As if in slow-motion, Miki slammed the door to her car, shoved the keys in the ignition, turned on the engine, and drove off, just barely escaping the explosion that ensued. Her car was pushed forward by the force of the explosion and her wheels peeled against the gravel as she sped off down a turn in the road. In her confidence, she flicked her hair out of her purple eyes in a job well-done. She swerved in and out of traffic, dodging cars that sped through green lights she sped through red lights. She lived her life on the edge and feared no one. Pain was nothing for her. Miki faced pain every day. Due to her violent and inappropriate lifestyle, she was unable to hold down a boyfriend. She had suffered accidental one night stands in her attempts to gain a permanent boyfriends, perhaps even a husband.
All of the violence in the world couldn't console Miki. She wanted to feel loved. Instead, she felt used and hated. Used by her boss to take on fatal missions and hated by those who were killed. In their graves, they cursed Miki's existence. However, Miki never once took an innocent life. She lived for justice and would kill anyone who stood against it.
Her soul-searching came to an end as she came across the G & E Incorporated building. This is where the oil tycoon was. She sharply turned the car wheel, making her car come to a halt as it skid across the sides of the wheels. She slammed the door to the car closed once she exited and walked up to the building, her heels tapping against the sidewalk. Miki stared down the building before stalking toward it. The roof seemed to touch the sky. Near the very top, neon lights read "G & E Inc.", shining down on the city and lighting the streets. If Miki knew as much as she thought, this place would be teeming with creeps and suits alike. She had her work cut out for her.
Once at the door, she tried to open it. However, it seemed to be locked.
"No matter. I can break this ****," she said, lifting her leg into the air and slamming her shoes into the glass door. The glass shattered as if it were made of gelatine. Unfortunately, this attracted the attention of three men that were inside of the building. All three seemed to be in cahoots with the oil tycoon. To finish them off quickly, Miki took the shotgun off her back, aiming it between two of three men. The force from the bullets knocked both men out of the way, leaving them disoriented. Miki took this chance the shoot down the third man, who had just pulled out a gun. He wasn't quick enough and took the bullet right in the chest. The other two men started stirring. By this time, Miki had run up to them. She jumped into the air, flashing her panties before kicking the man on her left in the face with the heel of her shoe; the other was knocked in the head with the blunt end of the shotgun, knocking both of them unconscious.
"Too easy," Miki whispered as she landed on the floor with almost cat-like agility.
"I wouldn't be too sure!" a sneak attack caught Miki off-guard. A barrage of bullets headed straight for her. However, she was able to evade them, jumping off to the side and using her shotgun to counterattack. Another man, wearing the same dull-green uniform as the others Miki encountered, stood-by with a submachine gun, ready to kill Miki as soon as he had the chance.
Miki was sure, however, that her gunfire would eliminate her enemy. This was not the case as the bullets from Miki's shotgun didn't seem to make any affect. The bullets had bounced off of his chest. He laughed at her attempts, angering Miki.
"Don't piss me off," she threatened, "besides, I can just go for a head shot!" Aiming the gun at the man's head, Miki fired one bullet. Successfully, Miki was able to rid herself of the pest and move on to the next room. To her surprise, she didn't encounter any men on the next 13 floors. She looked at her wrist watch.
"10:42. I still have time before midnight. Maybe I'll get paid extra," she said aloud as she walked down a long hallway. The lights in the building were off, making it difficult for Miki to watch where she was stepping. The smooth path of the floor was interrupted by a small, soft bump. She looked down, seeing a doll lying on the floor. Miki knew now that the girl had to be here.
"Freeze!" Miki was snapped out of her thoughts as her attention turned to the voice behind her. As quickly as she could, she placed the doll in her bra, yanking out her two guns to face her adversary's one mere pistol.
"Drop it. Now," Miki narrowed her eyes upon the chubby man, waiting for him to drop the gun. His hands shook violently as he tried his best to hold onto his gun. Fear soon overcame him, causing him to drop the weapon and surrender.
"I don't take kindly to men who don't act like they're ****ing men," Miki said, cocking her gun.
"How about I make you a deal?" he asked, suddenly becoming very submissive. Miki paused, not quite trusting his actions. Of course, she did need some protection to get to the top floor, and he'd be the perfect shield.
". . I'm listening," Miki lowered the gun, getting it away from the man's face.
"If you promise not to kill me, I'll take you to the top floor," he said, coming out from behind a half-way open door. He approached up the long hallway, walking slowly toward Miki.
"All right. No funny stuff or I'll blow your God damn head clean off," she threatened. He agreed, offering her protection to the top floor. A few other men from two different floors watched him escort their enemy to their boss, looking on in disbelief. He had been called a betrayer and a liar. However, the constant reminder of Miki's warning had kept him from doing anything he may regret. Unfortunately for him, he was about to get the shock of his life. And it would be the last shock he'd ever receive.
Once at the top floor, the narrow hallway lead to a door at the very end of the red carpet.
"That's the boss's room, right there," said the man, his heart hammering in his chest.
"Thanks, I appreciate it," Miki turned to face the man, "say hi to Satan for me." She smirked, holding her pistol up to his head. His eyes grew wide before the loud bang of a gun was heard. His body landed on the floor with a thud as a puddle of blood surrounded his insensate body. A swift turn and Miki was off. Now she was ready to fight the boss. The tiny doll between her cleavage was a constant reminder of her mission. If she died, she died with honor. If she won, she won with honor. But winning was all the more satisfying. Miki pulled a black disk from her back holster, the one she had kept safe with her earlier, and pressed one of the crimson buttons. The timer on front blinked, revealing three green zeroes.
"Let's see. . I think six minutes is plenty of time," she said, pressing the other red button until the timer said 6:00. She now had six minutes to beat the tycoon and rescue the girl. She was confident; perhaps she was too overconfident. After planting the bomb on the floor, she headed toward the door. The timer began to count down.
Thinking the door would be locked, Miki kicked it open with her foot, barging in on a man sitting on his desk. The room was dark and looked strikingly similar to her own boss's office, only this one contained a safe in the corner of the room.
"Miki. . I've heard so much about you," the man said, not turning to face her. She examined his greying hair and business suit before noticing he had put out his cigar. She lifted her gun.
"Ah-ah-ah, don't do anything you might regret," he turned his head to the side, allowing Miki to see his prominent nose and bushy mustache. His cigar-free hand held onto a small box with three buttons on it.
"And just what is that?" she asked.
"This? Oh, let's just say it's the girl's lifeline," he snickered, "if I press the blue button, she will be poisoned to death. This yellow button will blow-up her little hiding space. As for this red button, you don't even want to know what it will do to her."
"You sick son-of-a-!" Miki was cut off.
"Temper, temper," he waggled a bulky finger at her. The tycoon stood from his desk, progressing toward Miki. Once he loomed over her, he reached out, snatching the doll from between Miki's breasts. He smirked, pushing the black hair of the doll out of its face.
"Aw, looks like the little girl lost her doll," he said, taking it by the hair.
"You let that go. Now," growled Miki. The man smirked, throwing it across the room. "Bastard!" Miki screamed, tackling the man into the table behind him and knocking the remote from his hand.
With a sick grunt, the man knocked his head against the wooden table. Miki felt her bottom being elevated in the air as the man brought his legs upwards, slipping them out from under Miki and kicking her off of his pelvis. She stumbled slightly, catching her balance before she could plummet to her backside. Immediately after knocking Miki off, the oil tycoon rushed over to the remote. His fingers tapped against the cold remote's side only to watch the remote be punted away by Miki's pumps.
"You *****!" he shouted, wrapping his fingers around Miki's throat. Miki didn't even have time to take a gasp of oxygen as her airways became constricted, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.
"I don't have the time nor the patience for this damn crap," grunted Miki, grabbing the man's wrist. Her feet were still touching the ground, giving her the friction needed to dig her heels into the carpet, pull backwards, and rip the man's hand from her neck. She lifted her leg up high whilst bringing the man down by his wrist, ultimately kicking him in the chin and knocking him to the ground once more. Miki jumped onto the man, straddling his torso.
"You tell me where the girl is or I'll blow your ****ing head off!" Miki shouted, ripping her pistols from the holsters around her waist. She held them up to either side of the man's head, cocking the hammers. She had about a minute or so left before the building exploded and she needed to act quickly. The man gave no answer. "I don't need you to tell me where she is! You're just a casualty."
The oil tycoon's heart palpitate irregularly, almost hurting his chest. Miki could feel her heart start to beat quicker than normal. Finally, the man pointed to the chest in the corner of the room, his hand shaking uncontrollably.
"Sarah!" shouted Miki, trying to get her to answer. A small whimpering sounded from inside of the safe. Miki got her answer and now the oil tycoon was unneeded.
"Thanks, hun. But you're still a dick!" Miki looked to the tycoon, firing her guns into his temples. "Just a few seconds left," she said, rushing from the dead body and over to the safe. Knowing she didn't have time to crack the code, she busted the lock with the blunt end of her gun, leaving a dent. Miki continued to pound the lock until it finally busted, falling to the ground with the door tumbling along with it. There, in the safe, was her mission objective. Sarah was gag-tied but safe.
"Sarah Parker, I'm here to help you," Miki reassured, pulling the child out of the dark grey repository and putting her under her arm. Sarah's hands were tied behind her back with a thick rope, making it impossible for her to hold onto Miki. Miki comprehended the situation, knowing she'd have to hold tightly onto Sarah.
"Not even 10 seconds left!" Miki shouted, rushing over to the window on the opposite end of the room. However, she turned back to grab Sarah's doll, holding it between her index and middle fingers. Her watch beeped.
"****!" she cursed, heading for the window once more. It was too late. The explosion already happened and, being right outside the door, Miki and Sarah were caught in the blast. The window burst open, spraying glass all over the ground below.
From afar, the police force, fire department, and two ambulances watched the building explode. Marshal stood by his police car, knowing Miki was still inside of the building. His heart was ripped to shreds. Marshal shook his head in disbelief, his eyes wide and glossy as he stared at the explosion. Everything seemed to go in slow motion.
"Miki . . ." he pulled his hat off his head, fiddling with the side. Suddenly, a black figure started plunging toward the ground. The force from the fulmination pushed the figures farther away and toward a large fountain on the other side of the street. The figure splashed into the water of the fountain.
"Miki!" Marshal had an inkling that Miki was the figure. Whether she was dead or alive was something he didn't quite know . . .
Miki's shoulders were covered with a thick blanket and her back was patted multiple times for a job well-done. Marshal approached her as she looked upon the pile of debris formally known as G & E Incorporated. Sarah Parker was reunited with her father, Patrick Parker, who had been released from the hospital just a few hours earlier. He was still weak, but he was able to pick his daughter up and hold onto her.
"Ya did good, Miki," said Marshal, patting Miki's shoulders. Miki nodded. Patrick Parker walked over to Miki and Marshal, keeping his daughter on his shoulders as she played with her doll. Marshal bowed to Miki and Patrick, striding off to the other police officers.
"You're the woman that saved my daughter's life?" asked Patrick. Miki felt herself smile for the first time in years.
"Yes. . That's me," she nodded.
"Miki, would you –" he paused nervously, "would you honor me with a date?" Miki couldn't believe her ears. She wasn't asked out ever before.
"Eh, what the hell? Why not?" Miki agreed, shrugging her shoulders. Soon, Miki would be know as Miki Parker. She'd have everything she wanted – a family, friends, a loving husband, and the world lifted off of her shoulders. Miki was finally able to find happiness and forget about her past. That was the final mission she had gone on. That was the last time that murder would be on her hands. Miki Parker was now a sweet, young mother of two.
A loose cannon cop – an irresponsible and reckless individual whose behavior endangers the group he or she belongs to or perhaps just generally winds them up with their wrong-headed logic. These words so perfectly described one individual. Her heart was filled with good intentions; however, her body seemed to make those intentions go awry. Murder was on her hands. Yet she still received cases – potentially fatal cases. At her desk, she was just finishing up paperwork that needed to be complete by the end of the day. A case had closed and she had to make it official. She knew that, after finishing, she'd have another case to do. This case was the most dangerous case she would ever have.
"Miki, it's time," one of the woman's co-workers placed a hand on her barely clothed shoulder. Miki stood from her seat, pushing down her abnormally short skirt. Without a word, she walked across the hard wood floors. Her heels clacked against the oak as she passed by the nearly empty office. A few cubicles still contained officers who had to read and reply to the rest of their email.
Finally, Miki made it to the front office to see her boss, Marshal. His beady eyes scanned the tinted window in the door as he saw Miki's figure approach. She turned the golden knob and stepped into his office. The office was practically bare except for a small lamp in the corner, her boss's desk, and two chairs, one of which the boss rested on.
"You wanted to see me, Sir?" she asked, sitting on the chair and crossing her left leg over her right. The boss was able to catch a small glimpse of her black, lacy panties; however, he didn't mention them as not to anger Miki. Marshal picked up a small folder, sliding it across the table to Miki. Miki flicked it open.
"Apparently, a corporate suit had gotten into some trouble with a big-shot oil tycoon. The tycoon had injured the man and kidnaped his daughter, Sarah Parker," Marshal explained as Miki read the article inside of the folder. The article explained to her in fuller detail, giving her the whereabouts of the tycoon's hideout.
"He won't be there," Marshal said, noticing her reading intently.
"No. . But his buddies will," Miki said, flicking back her medium-length, light brown hair. Knowing her current mission, she stood from her chair and walked toward the door. The boss leaned back in his chair, the light from the lamp shimmering off his balding head. He was unsure if she would make it out alive.
Miki rushed to her convertible, clipping two pistols to her holster, which lay across her waist, covering some of her stomach. Across her back, she placed a shotgun in a different holster. The sun was setting; Miki knew she had to be quick if she wanted to save Sarah. As she strode to the black, stream-line car, she got out her keys, pressing a button to open up the door. The door opened upwards, allowing Miki to get in with no problems. The leather of the front seat chaffed against the backs of her thighs.
"This ****in' skirt," Miki muttered to herself, lighting a cigarette. After putting her lighter back in her bra, she opened the glove box, pulling out some extra ammunition for all three of her guns and a black, circular mechanism with two bright red buttons on it and a timer-like appendage in the front. After an inspection for any faults and imperfections, she revved the car and headed off, running through both red lights and stop signs.
Regardless of her reckless driving, she never once hit someone she wasn't aiming for.
After a few minutes on the road, Miki's cellular phone rang.
"Talk to me," she answered, taking a puff of her cigarette.
"Yo, Miki, it's me," her friend, Dusten, was on the other line. He was more of a brother than anything, "where are you? You're not in the office."
"I'm on a mission; I'll call you back," said Miki, reaching her destination.
"Don't forget, you need to –" Miki interrupted Dusten by hanging up on him.
"Yeah, yeah. Stupid bastard," she muttered to herself, flicking her cigarette onto the ground as she stepped out of her car. Once she stomped on the cigarette, she evaluated her surroundings. There seemed to be no one outside, but she'd need to look over the 10 foot tall brick fence to check for people guarding. The top of the fence was lined with barbed wire and two spotlights from the shack on the inside kept watched, unmanned. Apathetic and in a rush, Miki slipped on her gloves to dull the pain of the barbed wire. She locked her car doors from the inside as not to make a sound with her keypad.
After sizing up the wall briefly, she stepped backwards, digging her high heels into the soft soil, and rushed toward the grey stone. Her heels caught the side of the wall, allowing her access to the very top. The black gloves against her slender fingers cushioned her hand which had been pressed up against the barbed wire. Regardless, she could feel the barbed wire poke her skin.
Miki peeked her head over the wall to see two guards with rifles waiting for an intrusion.
"Let's give them what they've been waiting for," Miki smirked, pulling some of the wire off of the wall. Though the spikes dug into her hands, she was easily able to make the wire like a lasso. She aimed carefully at the man furthest from her in order to have a good chance at capturing and killing the man nearest her. Miki wound up the wire, tossing it as best as she could. Immediately, the lasso fell across the man's shoulders. He seemed to barely feel something, but he didn't think anything of it. That is until Miki yanked on the lasso, making it cut into the man's neck.
His partner, hearing the man's cries, looked over, almost falling to the ground in disgust at the ounces of blood pouring out of the man's neck. Crimson liquid splashed against the ground, signaling the end of the man's life. His partner turned around, his blue eyes shimmering in the night as he searched for the culprit. He was quick to find her; however, she was already on her way down to him. Miki's heels connected with the man's face, knocking him onto the cement underneath his muscular body. Miki whipped out her gun, slamming it into his chest and pulling the trigger. Due to his uniform, the gunshot was quieter than normal.
His eyes stayed open and his head fell to the side, letting the blood fall from his mouth and surround his shoulders freely, rather than pouring down the back of his throat. Miki put her gun away, standing up straight from her crouching position. Stray wind blew through the battleground, lifting up Miki's skirt in the process as she stared down the building in front of her. The building was a medium-sized, run-down shack, made of less than solid wood. She heard scrambling in the building. The rest of the men must've been able to pick up the shouting from outside.
"There she is!" Miki heard a shout coming from the right light that overlooked where she stood. She came eye to eye with a gun barrel. As if an instinct, she ran off toward the building, barely avoiding a barrage of lead from the shotgun aimed at her. Another gun shot was heard, making Miki jump backwards and narrowly avoid a collision with another bullet. Angered, she pulled out both of her guns and turned to the side, firing at her adversary who stupidly allowed himself to stay in plain view. She alternated between her left and her right hands as she fired, getting rid of two men quickly and efficiently. Almost immediately after entering the building, Miki was forced to duck behind five large boxes that were stacked in twos with one stray on the top.
The smell of blood and alcohol was extremely present, filling her nostrils as soon as she infiltrated the hideout. Regardless of how strong it was, she was used to these smells. However, she had no time to reminisce about her past; these guys were not going to go easy on her just because she was a girl.
Her first plan came to mind quickly. After putting her guns away, she grabbed onto a nearby beer bottle, popping open the top, and then reached into her bra. After taking a swig of the booze, she lit the lighter she had placed inside of her bra and hopped out of her hiding space, putting the lighter up to her mouth. With a smirk, she blew, creating a flamethrower. The men were caught off-guard and ultimately suffered from burns and scorched skin. Self-satisfied, Miki calmly walked through the burnt bodies, looking for any clue as to where their boss had scurried off to.
Not long after, she had come across the man that fired at her from the watchtower.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, staring her down. He seemed to be unarmed.
"I'm looking for your boss. Where is he?" asked Miki forcefully. She wasn't one to be messed with. The man smirked, all of a sudden taking off toward Miki, grabbing her neck and slamming her into a wall. He shoved his body between Miki's legs, making certain that she'd be unable to kick him or fight back. Miki didn't even flinch.
"You don't want to find our boss. He might just kill you. Can't have that," the man reached for Miki's chest. Miki, who had her hands around the wrist of the hand that was around her throat, began to move one hand up and the other hand down. A gasp escaped her opponent's lips. He felt his wrist start to snap in two.
"Tell me. Now," Miki forced the man to the ground, holding his wrist. If she moved his wrist even an inch more, the bones would break.
"He's at the big business in town! After hours, he heads off to the G & E Incorporated to count his money!" the man answered frantically.
Miki had gotten her information; however, she was unsatisfied. Not once did she make the man scream, and that's what she aimed for. Miki dropped the man's wrist and got out one of her hand guns. The man raised his arms into the air, telling her that he was surrendering. Unfortunately for him, Miki didn't take kindly to those who give up.
She smirked at him, drawing back the hammer of the gun. A loud click signified its readiness.
"Please. . Don't kill me," the man cowered.
"I'll see you in hell," Miki chuckled, firing the gun. Right before the bullet hit between the man's eyes, a loud, blood-curdling scream pierced the night – his scream. His body plopped backwards, lifeless. Now Miki knew where she was headed. She was prepared to take on the boss. Without wasting any time, Miki rushed out to her car, her heels clacking on the wood flooring, then on the concrete, and then on the hard soil. As she ran through, she saw a bit of the fire from one man's body head toward a tank of gasoline. She estimated her time to leave was about five seconds.
As if in slow-motion, Miki slammed the door to her car, shoved the keys in the ignition, turned on the engine, and drove off, just barely escaping the explosion that ensued. Her car was pushed forward by the force of the explosion and her wheels peeled against the gravel as she sped off down a turn in the road. In her confidence, she flicked her hair out of her purple eyes in a job well-done. She swerved in and out of traffic, dodging cars that sped through green lights she sped through red lights. She lived her life on the edge and feared no one. Pain was nothing for her. Miki faced pain every day. Due to her violent and inappropriate lifestyle, she was unable to hold down a boyfriend. She had suffered accidental one night stands in her attempts to gain a permanent boyfriends, perhaps even a husband.
All of the violence in the world couldn't console Miki. She wanted to feel loved. Instead, she felt used and hated. Used by her boss to take on fatal missions and hated by those who were killed. In their graves, they cursed Miki's existence. However, Miki never once took an innocent life. She lived for justice and would kill anyone who stood against it.
Her soul-searching came to an end as she came across the G & E Incorporated building. This is where the oil tycoon was. She sharply turned the car wheel, making her car come to a halt as it skid across the sides of the wheels. She slammed the door to the car closed once she exited and walked up to the building, her heels tapping against the sidewalk. Miki stared down the building before stalking toward it. The roof seemed to touch the sky. Near the very top, neon lights read "G & E Inc.", shining down on the city and lighting the streets. If Miki knew as much as she thought, this place would be teeming with creeps and suits alike. She had her work cut out for her.
Once at the door, she tried to open it. However, it seemed to be locked.
"No matter. I can break this ****," she said, lifting her leg into the air and slamming her shoes into the glass door. The glass shattered as if it were made of gelatine. Unfortunately, this attracted the attention of three men that were inside of the building. All three seemed to be in cahoots with the oil tycoon. To finish them off quickly, Miki took the shotgun off her back, aiming it between two of three men. The force from the bullets knocked both men out of the way, leaving them disoriented. Miki took this chance the shoot down the third man, who had just pulled out a gun. He wasn't quick enough and took the bullet right in the chest. The other two men started stirring. By this time, Miki had run up to them. She jumped into the air, flashing her panties before kicking the man on her left in the face with the heel of her shoe; the other was knocked in the head with the blunt end of the shotgun, knocking both of them unconscious.
"Too easy," Miki whispered as she landed on the floor with almost cat-like agility.
"I wouldn't be too sure!" a sneak attack caught Miki off-guard. A barrage of bullets headed straight for her. However, she was able to evade them, jumping off to the side and using her shotgun to counterattack. Another man, wearing the same dull-green uniform as the others Miki encountered, stood-by with a submachine gun, ready to kill Miki as soon as he had the chance.
Miki was sure, however, that her gunfire would eliminate her enemy. This was not the case as the bullets from Miki's shotgun didn't seem to make any affect. The bullets had bounced off of his chest. He laughed at her attempts, angering Miki.
"Don't piss me off," she threatened, "besides, I can just go for a head shot!" Aiming the gun at the man's head, Miki fired one bullet. Successfully, Miki was able to rid herself of the pest and move on to the next room. To her surprise, she didn't encounter any men on the next 13 floors. She looked at her wrist watch.
"10:42. I still have time before midnight. Maybe I'll get paid extra," she said aloud as she walked down a long hallway. The lights in the building were off, making it difficult for Miki to watch where she was stepping. The smooth path of the floor was interrupted by a small, soft bump. She looked down, seeing a doll lying on the floor. Miki knew now that the girl had to be here.
"Freeze!" Miki was snapped out of her thoughts as her attention turned to the voice behind her. As quickly as she could, she placed the doll in her bra, yanking out her two guns to face her adversary's one mere pistol.
"Drop it. Now," Miki narrowed her eyes upon the chubby man, waiting for him to drop the gun. His hands shook violently as he tried his best to hold onto his gun. Fear soon overcame him, causing him to drop the weapon and surrender.
"I don't take kindly to men who don't act like they're ****ing men," Miki said, cocking her gun.
"How about I make you a deal?" he asked, suddenly becoming very submissive. Miki paused, not quite trusting his actions. Of course, she did need some protection to get to the top floor, and he'd be the perfect shield.
". . I'm listening," Miki lowered the gun, getting it away from the man's face.
"If you promise not to kill me, I'll take you to the top floor," he said, coming out from behind a half-way open door. He approached up the long hallway, walking slowly toward Miki.
"All right. No funny stuff or I'll blow your God damn head clean off," she threatened. He agreed, offering her protection to the top floor. A few other men from two different floors watched him escort their enemy to their boss, looking on in disbelief. He had been called a betrayer and a liar. However, the constant reminder of Miki's warning had kept him from doing anything he may regret. Unfortunately for him, he was about to get the shock of his life. And it would be the last shock he'd ever receive.
Once at the top floor, the narrow hallway lead to a door at the very end of the red carpet.
"That's the boss's room, right there," said the man, his heart hammering in his chest.
"Thanks, I appreciate it," Miki turned to face the man, "say hi to Satan for me." She smirked, holding her pistol up to his head. His eyes grew wide before the loud bang of a gun was heard. His body landed on the floor with a thud as a puddle of blood surrounded his insensate body. A swift turn and Miki was off. Now she was ready to fight the boss. The tiny doll between her cleavage was a constant reminder of her mission. If she died, she died with honor. If she won, she won with honor. But winning was all the more satisfying. Miki pulled a black disk from her back holster, the one she had kept safe with her earlier, and pressed one of the crimson buttons. The timer on front blinked, revealing three green zeroes.
"Let's see. . I think six minutes is plenty of time," she said, pressing the other red button until the timer said 6:00. She now had six minutes to beat the tycoon and rescue the girl. She was confident; perhaps she was too overconfident. After planting the bomb on the floor, she headed toward the door. The timer began to count down.
Thinking the door would be locked, Miki kicked it open with her foot, barging in on a man sitting on his desk. The room was dark and looked strikingly similar to her own boss's office, only this one contained a safe in the corner of the room.
"Miki. . I've heard so much about you," the man said, not turning to face her. She examined his greying hair and business suit before noticing he had put out his cigar. She lifted her gun.
"Ah-ah-ah, don't do anything you might regret," he turned his head to the side, allowing Miki to see his prominent nose and bushy mustache. His cigar-free hand held onto a small box with three buttons on it.
"And just what is that?" she asked.
"This? Oh, let's just say it's the girl's lifeline," he snickered, "if I press the blue button, she will be poisoned to death. This yellow button will blow-up her little hiding space. As for this red button, you don't even want to know what it will do to her."
"You sick son-of-a-!" Miki was cut off.
"Temper, temper," he waggled a bulky finger at her. The tycoon stood from his desk, progressing toward Miki. Once he loomed over her, he reached out, snatching the doll from between Miki's breasts. He smirked, pushing the black hair of the doll out of its face.
"Aw, looks like the little girl lost her doll," he said, taking it by the hair.
"You let that go. Now," growled Miki. The man smirked, throwing it across the room. "Bastard!" Miki screamed, tackling the man into the table behind him and knocking the remote from his hand.
With a sick grunt, the man knocked his head against the wooden table. Miki felt her bottom being elevated in the air as the man brought his legs upwards, slipping them out from under Miki and kicking her off of his pelvis. She stumbled slightly, catching her balance before she could plummet to her backside. Immediately after knocking Miki off, the oil tycoon rushed over to the remote. His fingers tapped against the cold remote's side only to watch the remote be punted away by Miki's pumps.
"You *****!" he shouted, wrapping his fingers around Miki's throat. Miki didn't even have time to take a gasp of oxygen as her airways became constricted, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.
"I don't have the time nor the patience for this damn crap," grunted Miki, grabbing the man's wrist. Her feet were still touching the ground, giving her the friction needed to dig her heels into the carpet, pull backwards, and rip the man's hand from her neck. She lifted her leg up high whilst bringing the man down by his wrist, ultimately kicking him in the chin and knocking him to the ground once more. Miki jumped onto the man, straddling his torso.
"You tell me where the girl is or I'll blow your ****ing head off!" Miki shouted, ripping her pistols from the holsters around her waist. She held them up to either side of the man's head, cocking the hammers. She had about a minute or so left before the building exploded and she needed to act quickly. The man gave no answer. "I don't need you to tell me where she is! You're just a casualty."
The oil tycoon's heart palpitate irregularly, almost hurting his chest. Miki could feel her heart start to beat quicker than normal. Finally, the man pointed to the chest in the corner of the room, his hand shaking uncontrollably.
"Sarah!" shouted Miki, trying to get her to answer. A small whimpering sounded from inside of the safe. Miki got her answer and now the oil tycoon was unneeded.
"Thanks, hun. But you're still a dick!" Miki looked to the tycoon, firing her guns into his temples. "Just a few seconds left," she said, rushing from the dead body and over to the safe. Knowing she didn't have time to crack the code, she busted the lock with the blunt end of her gun, leaving a dent. Miki continued to pound the lock until it finally busted, falling to the ground with the door tumbling along with it. There, in the safe, was her mission objective. Sarah was gag-tied but safe.
"Sarah Parker, I'm here to help you," Miki reassured, pulling the child out of the dark grey repository and putting her under her arm. Sarah's hands were tied behind her back with a thick rope, making it impossible for her to hold onto Miki. Miki comprehended the situation, knowing she'd have to hold tightly onto Sarah.
"Not even 10 seconds left!" Miki shouted, rushing over to the window on the opposite end of the room. However, she turned back to grab Sarah's doll, holding it between her index and middle fingers. Her watch beeped.
"****!" she cursed, heading for the window once more. It was too late. The explosion already happened and, being right outside the door, Miki and Sarah were caught in the blast. The window burst open, spraying glass all over the ground below.
From afar, the police force, fire department, and two ambulances watched the building explode. Marshal stood by his police car, knowing Miki was still inside of the building. His heart was ripped to shreds. Marshal shook his head in disbelief, his eyes wide and glossy as he stared at the explosion. Everything seemed to go in slow motion.
"Miki . . ." he pulled his hat off his head, fiddling with the side. Suddenly, a black figure started plunging toward the ground. The force from the fulmination pushed the figures farther away and toward a large fountain on the other side of the street. The figure splashed into the water of the fountain.
"Miki!" Marshal had an inkling that Miki was the figure. Whether she was dead or alive was something he didn't quite know . . .
Miki's shoulders were covered with a thick blanket and her back was patted multiple times for a job well-done. Marshal approached her as she looked upon the pile of debris formally known as G & E Incorporated. Sarah Parker was reunited with her father, Patrick Parker, who had been released from the hospital just a few hours earlier. He was still weak, but he was able to pick his daughter up and hold onto her.
"Ya did good, Miki," said Marshal, patting Miki's shoulders. Miki nodded. Patrick Parker walked over to Miki and Marshal, keeping his daughter on his shoulders as she played with her doll. Marshal bowed to Miki and Patrick, striding off to the other police officers.
"You're the woman that saved my daughter's life?" asked Patrick. Miki felt herself smile for the first time in years.
"Yes. . That's me," she nodded.
"Miki, would you –" he paused nervously, "would you honor me with a date?" Miki couldn't believe her ears. She wasn't asked out ever before.
"Eh, what the hell? Why not?" Miki agreed, shrugging her shoulders. Soon, Miki would be know as Miki Parker. She'd have everything she wanted – a family, friends, a loving husband, and the world lifted off of her shoulders. Miki was finally able to find happiness and forget about her past. That was the final mission she had gone on. That was the last time that murder would be on her hands. Miki Parker was now a sweet, young mother of two.