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Kirika simply nods. “…Alright,” she says. Pulling out her gun again, she lowers it to her thighs, hunkering down. She closes her eyes, steadying her breath. That’s when she heard footsteps coming this way. Her gun immediately raised, and fired with her eyes still shut.
A thud of a body could be heard through the fog. Kirika then darts off by herself, without warning, heading for the back entrance. She hoped S wouldn’t take this personally, but when it’s go time, the killing machine she comes with doesn’t have that great brakes. She was pretty sure S could handle himself anyway.
[it felt like a pact had been made - forged in blood, between bodies two. shiroki could appreciate the slapdash feel of it all, really.]
[familiar sound, familiar way. gunshots were common to his ears, though still jarring despite it all. the startle to which he jumped, by wing to flutter an inch or two off the floor as noir made another blind shot. an accurate one at that, if the slick thud of flesh against concrete was any indication.]
[it really was impressive, her ability to pull that off. shiroki would have to comment on that later, when he wasn't so busy.]
[and he supposed he needed to move now, lest he get caught in whatever crossfire noir had sensed before he jumped into the crossfire he was to initiate. there was fire to his movements, equal to noir's machine, speed to the front for the beginning of this rather slapdash plan. slapdash on his part, at least - he supposed there was more planning for noir, if she was the one to plan this operation.]
[the chaos of his breakin punctuated sharp and harsh with the fire of a handgun he'd kept so quietly concealed beneath his jacket, to bodies fallen. he was lucky to be met with less occupation of the room than he initially expected, the nocturnal locale of the whole deal leaving it deserted in the wake save for the unlucky few in the lobby. there was a rush to the stairs, to ascend to noir's target, gun gripped tight in a lower arm while cheshire lay soft and grinning against his shoulder, in wait to crack heads.]















