You start to feel yourself get weak. She undoes your harness and walks over to the staircase. Each time you exhale, your wound cries blood, which starts to pool beneath you.
“I just can’t believe you treated me this way. I never wanted to kill someone so badly.”
She removes the katana sword and drops the rest of your harness on the floor. Walking towards you, you can hear the creaking of stairs: descending—thank God—is
“Now would be an excellent time to shoot her,” you say to him and exhale gratefully.
Bang.
She falls to the floor in a pile.
Sven shakes is head and then starts to laugh, before untying you.
“Captain, you really must stop trusting beautiful women.”
“So accurate, Sven,” you say with a sigh.
“I sincerely doubt that, Captain. The Bears have made hurricanes upstairs. I think you could use a drink.”
“Splendid. I thought tonight would be Margaritas?”
“Blender is on the fritz and we’re also low on salt.”
“Hurricanes work,” you say while rubbing your wrists, which are nice and sore. You step over the fallen girl and look down, ‘should have topped her, Sven.”
