All eyes in the dimly lit bar turned toward the figure who'd unleashed those two deadly bullets. The air hung heavy with tension as the smoke from the discharged gun drifted lazily through the air. Despite the violence, the atmosphere remained eerily calm, as if the world had paused to witness the aftermath of the gunshot.
I'd known Shredica for five long years, during which time she had morphed into a lethal force to be reckoned with. In the beginning, I only thought of her as just a young recruit, but her prowess with every weapon she laid her hands on was nothing short of astonishing. She exuded strength, a raw power that surpassed even my own.
Even though we found ourselves in a very precarious situation right now, I knew for sure that it would be going to be alright, and I felt a little relief, even though seeing Shredica here was somewhat weird considering the Leader and I hadn't disclosed our plans to assassinate Norman to anyone in the Silver Blades.
