There had been many briefings over the past month about a possible attack.  Truth be told it was not an optimal time to descend upon them as all were gathered in one place and expecting such an intrusion.  Yet there had been meetings and strategic briefings one after the other in preparation for a potential attack.  Escape routes, firing lanes and pre-assigned assembly points all set aside so that Joseph and his bride might have some peace in their lives.  Dedika could not blame their heightened state of alertness nor could she truly see the purpose in one attacking at this time.  There were always the psychotic though and apparently one had decided to make the entrance.<br/><br/>A flicker of metal in the light sent her fingers to the strap of her bag.  There was a shrug and one strap fell forward so that her other hand would reach into the expanse.  Fingers turned about the familiar shape whose weight was tucked beneath her pillow each night.  Harsh grips rested in her palm now, dug into her flesh just enough to provide her with a stable purchase.  The rest of the bag was set off her shoulder while the black piece of metal.  Energy surged from inside her body to extend down her weapon arm.  A soft hum issues from the lengthy pistol as its presence was made known to those around.  Across the elongated barrel ran a thin trace of red to let her know that the mechanisms within were now powered and active.<br/><br/>Were she in armor then the readouts would now begin to pour over her vision.  Today she was not, so she had to rely on her own senses and innate knowledge of her power.  Charged, the magnetic chamber inside vibrated while she lifted the barrel.  Right hand tucked firmly against the pistol grip while her left came upward.  She tucked her bicep neatly under the weapon while her left hand grasped behind her wrist.  The pistol nestled into position in mere moments while her eyes lined up the target.  People often wanted headshots, but there was no need in this case.  The trunk was the larger target which meant more rounds in a smaller amount of time.  So she focused along the center mass of her potential victim.  Lips tightened into a thin line while she gave some thought to the blood spray that would occur.<br/><br/>She really didn’t want to ruin the day by getting the bridal gown stained in blood.<br/>