"So you were planning on hiding this away from me?”
Faina finished fixing the silencer to her weapon, completely unable to look America in the face. “I cannot do this if you are here. Please.”
"Good," America replied dryly, crossing her arms. If this was something Faina couldn’t look while America looked, then it couldn’t be something good, or safe, or right.
"America. Go. Forget you saw this," Faina said, as close to pleading as she got.
"I don’t think so," America muttered grimacing. "Not unless you come with me."
Faina grimaced. America was brute force personified, stubborn and unmovable. She needed something to make her change her mind. “Do you trust me?”
"Yes," America nodded. "So you trust me?"
Faina pursed her lips. “I know you will never hurt me. And I do not want to hurt you.”
and i’m holding on for dear life
won’t look down, won’t open my eyes
keep my glass full until morning light
'cause i'm just holding on for tonight
- chandelier || sia
I can’t do that.
It is safer for you if you do.
You’re being ridiculous.
I am not a child! …there is something I need to do and you do not need the repercussions.
Dammit. She’d went inside a building.
She would get some help now and call an ambulance, no doubt. About 10 minutes before it would arrive.
Mercedes couldn’t complete the task without having to deal with the staff and security inside, which would take much longer than 10 minutes. And she wasn’t well equipped for that.
Maybe, wait for the ambulance, try and finish her off at the hospital? That’ll have to do.
She should have got her on the first shot. She didn’t plan to have missed. She was pretty flexible - adapting and thinking quickly was essential for what she did - but this was inconvenient.
Faina slipped out of consciousness, breathing stopping, long before the paramedics arrived. Luckily a few of the people in the hotel were halfway competent with CPR and managed to sustain her until emergency services arrived.
Female, late teens, GSW.
The ambulance raced through gridlock to get who appeared to be an innocent young woman into the emergency room. Senseless. Tragic. These were the words reporters would use to describe the incidents five minutes later on their websites.
Getting her injured was not the plan. And now, among other people, it would be difficult to get the job done nicely.
Mercedes took the gun with her, descending the building by its fire escape stairs. First, discarding the gun; a couple of buildings away, she left the gun inside a dumpster. Not her gun away, no need to stress about that. Next, find the girl; she went onto the main street, looking towards where she last saw her, trying to find her again. How far could she continue with that injury?
It wasn’t too crowded, but there were far too many people around for her to do anything. Mercedes would follow her from a distance, wait until she could get her aside and deal with her then.
It was perfect.
Faina stumbled the few feet to the rotating door and collapsed, remaining conscious to let herself flop out into the lobby as soon as she could. A trail of red smeared behind her.
They would call the ambulance from there but for now she was indoors, with no clear shot, and surrounded by witnesses. It was the best she could do with the time and strength she had.