A normal person would have put their gun on the ground and plead mercy when found surrounded by two dozen guards during a bank robbery. Hazel Sylvestar did the opposite.
"Put your gun down now!" a shrill voice startled me and I turned to find almost a dozen guns pointed at me .
"Why, hello there, boys," I drawled out, flipping my golden brown hair over my shoulder and focusing on the man that had yelled, my hand tightening across the gun I held loose by my side.
"What do you want?," I said annoyed. "You understand that I was just in the process of looting this safe?" I asked, ignoring the trigger clicks.
The black-haired man just scowled at me, his smoky gray eyes gazing into mines.
He would have been attractive if he wasn't my enemy.
"I said, put your gun down now," he threatened. "I can't promise that you will leave this place alive,"
"Oh, so now you're my assassin?" I scoffed. "Get a life," the comment was so old, I winced.
The man took a step forward and all without blinking an eye, shot a bullet at the ceiling. Behind them, screams started anew, for the people had thought that they were being shot. I took a deep breath. "I recommend you get out before you're going to be the one to not leave this place alive," I warned, my fingernails digging into my palm.
The man just smirked at me. "Last chance,", he taunted.
Without missing a beat, I pulled out two handguns, letting my other gun fall to the ground, and in a few seconds and a few bullets, everyone except the black haired man were consciousness.
The man cussed, backing one step away. "Who are you?" he now looked at me with some fear, his hands not daring to stray to the guns strapped to his side. His life was more i portant to him then his arrest. The gun that had been in his hand was now lying on the bloodied carpet and he carefully held his wounded right hand.
I chuckled as I turned back to face the safe. I had opened it just a few seconds before the men had interrupted me. Skipping my eyes over the gold bars, I grinned slowly. On a shelf at the far back wall, a small box was locked. It was hidden in the corner and I moved to grab it, placing it in my knapsack. Exiting, I strolled out, crouching next to the man who was now sitting against the wall, breathing heavily. He stared at me weakly and then spat on my face. "You godamn-"
I shot him in the neck, not letting him finish the sentence. Some men were just so annoying.
The people at the bank were now laying on the ground, looking at my gun in terror. My eyes skipped over them. An elderly man, a middle-aged woman...there. I walked over and grabbed a teenager...