BANG. In an instant, Shizukesa had drawn her pistol from its holster at her thigh and fired it into the ceiling, shattering a couple of tiles and causing a fine coat of dust to land in her silver hair. The bickering executives at the table fell silent at once, some of them clutching their ears from the noise; Khorsheed squealed and ducked under the desk. Having achieved her objective, Shizukesa promptly holstered the still-smoking gun. God damn it, thats the third time shes done that, muttered James, clutching his chest. I will never not be proud of my ability to shoehorn hilarious moments like this into otherwise dark and serious stories
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 22:56:15 +0000
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