Title: Assailant Author: Reboo Email: lngwp@oz.zzn.com A/N: I was in a really bad mood when I wrote this as well as being on a sugar high,(a 12 pack of mountain dew in the space of 20 min. is what I downed, if that's not a sugar high, I don't know what is.)This is also my first fic so responses would be great. I'm curious to who people think this story is about, so humor me a little please. Her keen ears picked up the distinct and sudden movement of what sounded like a door being opened on the corridor to her right. The assassin won't get away, not this time she vowed silently to herself. She crept down the corridor to where the noise had come from. Bracing herself before entering and breathing an incoherent 1,2,3 she opened the door. As she burst in she was met with the resounding crack of a gun firing. The bullet whizzed by her barely missing her as she dove left avoiding it. Getting to her feet, the gunman fired again sending a bullet through her right shoulder, knocking her into the wall. Searing pain began to ripple through her as the bullet passed through tearing flesh, and tendon from bone. She raised her gun to fire trying to ignore the pain, but the assailant was already upon her knocking the gun from her hand and herself to the ground, but she reacted quickly bringing the assailant down, and the bullet meant to kill her into the ceiling. Moving quickly she put him in a head lock, but two elbows to the gut and she had released him, the amplifying pain becoming to much to simply ignore and withstand at the moment. As the man turned to face her after regaining his footing, her feet hit him square in the chest sending him backwards. She went for his gun slightly to her right, while the man regained his composure. And as he got ready to launch himself at her again she fired the gun sending a bullet ripping through his abdomen exposing his insides. He staggered backwards bumping into the wall and sliding to the floor aghast at the fact that he had been beaten. The woman rose to her feet greatly favoring her right side, it hurt like heck. She looked at the dead looking man before her and wiped her sweaty brow, atleast now it was over. He was the first real threat she had met in her work in an increasingly long time. And regretfully she acknowledged to herself that the idea of doing what she was taught to do seemed very rewarding. Roaming around in the right inside of her suit jacket she found her cell and dialed for an ambulance and backup to arrive from the Preventers. She put her sidearm and cell away afterwards and went to check the man's pulse just to make sure he was dead. Bending down she was greeted with a knife in her stomach, which she retaliated to by hitting him across the face, causing the satisfying crunch of his neck as it snapped from the force of the blow. She sat down on the floor wrenching the knife from her gut. Settling herself down to making a makeshift bandage, with which she successfully managed to bandage her gushing stomach wound before she passed out from loss of blood.