Gun Scene

Guns and treasure�oh my! Anyway, another scene that popped up in my head when I was reading Laurell K. Hamilton and J. D. Robb. :P Hope you like it.

“Who says you’re leaving? I want to know where it is—who took it.”

“Where what is? Unless I’m mistaken, you guys don’t seem like the type that anybody’d steal from.” Eline softened the blow with a charitable grin. It was then that she saw the glint of a gun under his trench coat. Her colt was out before any of them could blink, pointing straight at him with her right arm.

“Don’t even dare.” Her voice had suddenly become lethal and serious, far from her usual careless self. The other man, grimier than Trench Coat Guy, moved, flashing his firearm as he prepared to take it out. Eline’s smaller gun, the .45 Smith & Wesson, shot out of her left arm, pointed at him with a steady hand. “Both of you, drop it. On the Floor.” They hesitated, their hands coming up to hold their respective firearms. “Now!” The weapons were placed carefully on the floor, as the men raised their hands in the air.

“Now walk straight into the center, away from the guns, both of you. Any tricks, and you’ll suffer… badly.

“Drake,” Eline named the strange man behind her, letting him realize that she knew he was trailing her. “Go pick up the guns.”

“How do you know you can trust me?” He asked, emerging from the shadows.

“You could’ve killed me while I kept my eyes on these two. You didn’t.” She said simply, still keeping her eyes on the two men. She pocketed her .45, keeping the other revolver still trained on them.

“So you’ll just trust me right now because I didn’t kill you?” He walked up beside her with the guns in his hands.

“For now. Help me take out these two.”

“Full of orders, aren’t you?” He pocketed one of the Berettas, and trained the other at one Trench Coat Guy.

Aiming her revolver at the grimy thug, Eline walked up to him, knocking him out with her gun, and doing the same to the other one.

“Now what?” He asked, lowering the handgun.

“Now we leave them here… for whoever wants a piece of them.” Eline smirked unrepentantly. “I’m sure they’ll live, even after a night in a cockroach-infested alley.”

She took out the small gold-and-silver sphere that she had taken from them. “I wonder why they’d want this so bad. It’s too small to be anything of value, so it certainly serves some other valuable purpose.”

Author's Note

I edited the words a bit, according to Cole Spire's review, since I kinda agreed with it, but I couldn't think of any other words at first.

Reviews

[-Aurelia Mirella]

Oooo! This was exciting!

Very different from what I've seen on here so far! Great job!

Always,
-Aurelia Mirella

[Matthew V. H.]

"Guns" and or "Gun" is repeated way too much in this. Try using things like; firearm, weapon, hand cannon, .45, colt, or any other names for the weapons.

but other than that it definitly piqued my intrest. I hope to see more from this.

cole-