<strong>Mari<br/>In a gunfight<br/>Killing people</strong><br/>Getting out of the club like without being trampled would be difficult. And Mari was never one to pass up a party like this. And with nobody noticing her yet. She could be the deciding factor in the gunfight. Four Gang bangers, One with a Belgin waflemaker, another with a street sweeper, and a third with an overpriced glock imitator. Behind them was the face who might have a piece too, but probably isn't expecting to use it.<br/>First thing's first, the guy with the FN2000 could probably take everyone out in one burst. Fortunately for Mari, her Glock can take him out in one shot. Yanking her pistol out of her purse she takes aim with both hands and fires...<br/><br/>There is a deafening boom as the large bullet erupts from the tiny gun. A shockwave of recoil ripples through Mari's flesh penetrating her body. 10mm auto had been invented by the FBI to kill junkies, 9mm and .45acp didn't have enough power, and larger magnum rounds weren't economical. Although It has been popular in the 80s thanks to the TV show Miami Vice, It was eventually abandoned and replaced, by the weaker .40s&w because the recoil was too strong for some agents. That recoil however was the reason Mari had chosen this gun. The way it felt each time she fired made her legs tremble and her panties moist. It reminded her of the first time her daddy had taken her to the station and taught her how to shoot a tiny .22 pistol. The way that pea shooter felt to that little girl was the same feeling this grown woman felt when she unleashed her Glock.<br/><br/>The Bullet spiraled through the air and hit it's target square in the head, causing it to explode in a shower of gore that splattered over the Bosses head. Not what he had been expecting at all. The Bullet kept on moving as if nothing had happened, and sailed through the club, woe be any foolish enough to be in it's way.<br/><br/>Before anybody realized what was happening Mari had lined up her next shot. The Thug with the Mac10 was the next biggest threat. Sill shaking from the recoil her next shot was not as accurate, but no less deadly. The Bullet went into the man's chest, plowing through a rib, Severing an artery straight from the heart, shredding a lug, and finally lodging itself in his spinal column as the lung rapidly filled with blood. Two down, two to go. This party wasn't so bad after all.