Ana
BANG BANG BANG
The shots echoed in the desolate warehouse, the sharp reports of Ana's pistol punctuating the once-silent air.
With quick and precise shots, the three men fell to the floor. One man was shot in his shoulder, one in his foot, and the third one in his leg.
Ana watched in satisfaction as she saw each of them writhing in pain from the meticulously placed shots.
But her expression remained stoic as the men groaned in agony.
"This is the skills of RACQI's sharpest shooter? How pathetic." One of the men mocked Ana as he applied pressure on his bleeding arm.
Her eyes, usually vibrant and full of life, now harbored a dark intensity as she gave them a smile that sent shivers down their spines. It was a predatory grin, devoid of any warmth.
