I stepped back defensively.
"Oh, are you gonna shoot me again?"
I could see he was angry-but what bothered me was that this guy was taking the pain in stride. Not only was he taking it in stride, but he was still finding time to be sarcastic about it. I suddenly felt scared.
"Now you know I'm not messing around. I don't want to kill anyone. So just get down, on your knees, and-"
He snickered and took a step towards me. He was shaky, probably because his body was going into shock, but he seemed determined to fight this until the very bitter end.
"..and...put your hands on your head."
"Why not shoot me again? It feels so good!"
He grimaced as he moved the leg I shoot, but still laughed.
I snapped.
"Fine."
I pulled up the gun and shot him in his arm, and he spun around from the impact. He let out a howl of pain and dropped to his knees. Immediately, Greg jumped up, and did an elbow strike to the back of his head, causing Ugly to slump down, unconcious.
I leaned back against the wall next to the doorway.
"Did you call the number?"
I nodded, breathing heavily, and trying to keep my eyes open. He nodded, smiled just a little, and went to help the other men up.
I surveyed the room. There had to of been 7 guys, no older than 30. They all wore civilian clothes. None of them looked hurt. The room itself had several computers. Nothing out of the ordinary. It just looked like a gamer's haven.
"how....how did he know that you were spies?"
A tall, pale skinned man with black hair spoke up.
"We were careless."
I nodded. "Well, that makes sense. I imagine you probably can't talk about it with a civy."
He jerked his head back at me, as did every other man in the room.
"You aren't....DOJO?"
"Not particularly."
Greg looked at them and then me.
"She's informed. DOJO has her cooperation in deliveries."
Pale skin sneered.
"Delivery girls aren't privy to that information."
I glared at him, fixing my gun back into it's usual place. "Well, if this 'delivery girl' hadn't known any better, you would be in an interesting predicament, now wouldn't you?"
He glared back.
I sighed. I didn't want to deal with macho man and his hurt ego, not right now. I just wanted a nice, iced mocha, and maybe a few pain killers. I turned and walked out of the doorway to the front of the house. I needed a smoke.