<br/><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/><br/>