<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6955375#msg6955375">Quote from: Isobel on 21-09-2012, 11:49:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Emily </strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>On the deck</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Trying to save Susan and do her duty</strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">A KNIFE? Jesus Christ this crazy girl was going to cut them or stab them?  In cold blood!  Talking about razors too?  Was she going to disfigure Susan? Maim her? Slash her?</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Whatever, Emily was NOT going to say anything about The Family to this unknown ex Nix employee; Don Michele would absolutely not want that!</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Anyway the girl didn’t know it but she’d just - as the young guys at the café liked to snigger - brought a knife to a gunfight.  She’d ignored Emily and focussed on Susan, who seemed so much more dangerous, and taken a hand off her gun… </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily was finding the adrenaline had banished her pain and daze.  She reckoned from her training she could have her pistol drawn and aimed, in her current position, in about 700 milliseconds.  The girl couldn’t start reacting for 100 milliseconds, leaving her 600 to switch her focus, take a new aim one-handed and pull the trigger.  A girl with a girl’s wrist, and a heavy, unweildy gun. It weighed over six pounds even without the suppressor and clip.  She couldn’t do it.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily made herself not rush it.  Her trainers had gone on about her natural speed.  ‘Don’t force it,’ they’d said, ‘let your natural coordination do it not your mind.’</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily reached behind her, pulled her pistol out and aimed it at the middle of the girl’s face.  She didn’t have time to cock it, but it wasn’t a heavy action anyway.  Now:</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Her training was to shoot.  Not say anything: that would be a distraction and slow you down. Put the aim on the object and fire; unless the object froze instantly and completely.</span><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>Mari<br/>In some timey wimey retacon thing<br/>Retroactively not murdering people</strong><br/><br/>Mari saw movement coming from Emily and turned her head just in time to stare down the barrel of her silenced .22 pistol. Dropping the knife, which landed point down between her legs, she kept her own gun pointed straight at Susan, Mari's toned body locked into place like a classical statue. Her Bronzed flesh looking so much like actual bronze. After a few seconds of tense silence she spoke. "Nice BB gun" Mari grins as she stares Emily down. "Still think she's not the shooter?" She broke the staring contest for just a moment glancing back at Susan for just long enough to make eye contact without disturbing the tactical balance between her and Emily. Once her gaze returned to Emily she frowned as if deep in thought for what seemed like an eternity. Then Mari's expression slowly turned into a smile as little gears worked in her head. "Well I guess you guys definitely aren't Cartel. They usually use more guns and leave less witnesses. You're not ugly enough to be Russians, and you're too white to be Triads. That just leaves the Italians. Well, unless Nyx was also on the Girl Scouts Of America's hit-list." She chuckles tastelessly at her own joke once more. "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, I got no beef with the Don... Unless you want to start now that is." She gave a smile that suggested she'd be perfectly happy either way.