She looked at him with a disdainful look, the man who had taken her life away stood right there. She felt ready to kill him, but hesitated slightly. Momentarily she looked into his eyes, checking his emotion. Taunting maybe even arrogance, is what she saw in his eyes. Her hands slowly traced the outlines of her legs reaching toward her pistols if she needed to strike fast.<br/><br/>"Finally you show up!" she smiled a little keeping her anger in check, "After all these years I believed you were dead."<br/>Her hands pulled up the sides of her skirt only briefly enough to grab her guns. They were fully loaded, but she did not point the guns at him. She waited monitoring his movements.<br/>"Tell me, what took you so long?" she smirked her fingers ready on the gun's trigger, "Afraid of the death I would give to you?." She stared mockingly at him, her eyes pouring out her hatred for him. She wanted to squeeze a bullet out of her gun right into his head, but she must be patient. She knew revenge would taste sweeter at the right moment...