Nice posters.
mscriv stepped into a room full of street maps and writings all over the walls and on the two tables placed against opposite walls of the room. The street maps have drawings of various routes in different colors.
"Those must represent drug sale spots and smuggling routes," the doctor said from behind him.
"Maybe, but there's nothing of important to us here, and there's only one door."
With that said, mscriv again led the assassins into the next room.
This one is somewhat more interesting; there is a large conference table in the middle of the room, with executive chairs placed in equally spaced intervals around the table. Against the wall hung a projector screen. A projector sits on the middle of the table.
"And this is probably where they do the actual planning," the doctor narrated from behind.
"We don't need a narrator," mscriv snapped back as he walked to a door to the right of the one they came through. "Locked. Try that key!"
The doctor went over to where mscriv is standing and tried the key. "Nope."
"All right then, only one door again," mscriv said striding towards the open door opposite the one they came in.
They came into what is obviously a waiting room. Comfortable-looking couches and chairs are arranged in a precise arrangement facing the decorative door on the other side. To the side is a tray with a pitcher of water and rapidly melting ice.
Sitting on one of the couches, the CIA agent remarked "think this looks comfortable? It is!"
Ignoring his own puzzlement over the CIA agent's sudden mood turn, mscriv looked around. The sense of danger has been absent for a long time, but it's back.
As if in answer, a scream came out of the room they were just in.
Suddenly, the door was riddled with bullets before being kicked open. The assassins scrambled as a screaming goon ran into the room, firing his machine gun wildly.
Standing in the middle of the room, mscriv didn't have time to dive out of the way as a bullet hit his leg. Another bullet hit the CIA agent as she leaped behind the couch she was lounging in.
The doctor was hit the worst of them all, when two bullets hit his right leg in succession, sending him sprawling.
And yes, one grazed the woman in black in the arm.
"You know, I'm getting really tired of that," the woman said and opened fire with her own Thompson.
The goon fell in a rain of bullets.
The CIA woman, a mixture of anger and ecstasy on her face, approached the dying goon. With nothing but her fingers, she went to work, sliding her finger into one of the goon's gun wounds. Then another. The goon's screams are deafening, but mscriv couldn't take his eyes off the scene. It was horrific... and yes, sexy, as much as it disgusts even his twisted mind to admit.
Crying, the goon spilled the biggest beans they could hope for. mscriv was, however, not surprised at all when he heard this.
"The Don is in the next room! God, kill me now please. The Don and the Consigliere is IN THE NEXT ROOM!"
With that, the goon died, finally.
The danger has passed. But somehow the feeling in mscriv's gut grew. And it's not because he was barely hit. And not because the Don is but a few steps away.
***
Bad guys' turn over. Good guys' turn now.
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STATUS:
mscriv: Level 9, 9 AP, 9 HP
Queen of Spades: Level 8, 9 AP, 7 HP
Koodauw: Level 9, 15 AP, 9 HP
Moyank24: Level 10, 13 AP, 10 HP
Don't panic: Level 9, 9 AP, 9 HP
Rodimus Prime: Level 9, 9 AP, 8 HP