Fic: KILL THEM ALL
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azn_jack_fiendTitle: KILL THEM ALL
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mcparrot
Author:azn_jack_fiend
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Gwen, S4 pre-cast character: Esther
Spoilers and Warnings: vague S4 spoilers, violence
Wordcount: ~350
Summary: S4 thriller crack. Bonus round fic written for this prompt: "Gwen the kick arse TW agent wearing a baby strapped to her chest. Can be serious or humour. What's Rhys up to at the time?"
"Report?"
"We've got a ten-minute window until local law enforcement arrives at the supermarket. Target Cooper is armed. The sniper's in back; sending in all three operators through the front."
"Anyone with her?"
"Husband and kid, we think."
"Kill them all. No witnesses. Your men have a problem with that?"
"We go by the contract."
"Good."
"Reporting. Sent in operatives. Heavy fire. She's coming out! She's coming out!"
"Reporting. I... I shot her. I shot — I can’t believe — the crazy bitch had the kid strapped to her chest. Oh Jesus, I shot right through. There's blood all over the front of her. She's down— "
"Pull out now! Pull out!"
"My men inside— "
"I said pull out! Grab the sniper and pull out!"
"Hello? Have you pulled out? Hello? Report, godfuckingdamnit! Report! REPORT!"
Esther veered the Escalade into the near-abandoned parking lot, tires screeching, and the powerful, sluggish thing came terrifyingly close to tipping over. She slammed down the brakes, jolted to a rocking stop next to the arched glass doors.
The doors that were cracked all over with spiderwebs of bullet impacts. Barely any light, either, and oh, there were the bodies. A trail of bodies. The mercenaries. She grabbed her gun, ducked down low in her seat, started planning her entrance.
"I'm alright, it's alright," gasped Gwen, staggering into view, holstering her guns.
There was dark blood all over the light beige baby carrier strapped to her chest. Holes in it. Anwen. No. No. Esther felt burning vomit rising up in the back of her throat. Her heart was breaking, and Gwen... she must be in shock...
"No really, it's alright," said Gwen, her tone weirdly soothing.
"Your... your..."
"Sweetheart, that's just a shrinkwrapped leg of lamb with a doll head duct-taped to the top. I'm not daft. Stupid, I mean. Rhys is hiding with Anwen behind the laundry detergent on aisle four. He'll be out in a minute."
"Just in time. The police are coming. Oh God, I thought— "
"So did they."
"Damn, you're good, girl."
"I know," said Gwen. "Let's go."
Recipient:Written for
tw_femficfest for mcparrot Author:
azn_jack_fiend Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Gwen, S4 pre-cast character: Esther
Spoilers and Warnings: vague S4 spoilers, violence
Wordcount: ~350
Summary: S4 thriller crack. Bonus round fic written for this prompt: "Gwen the kick arse TW agent wearing a baby strapped to her chest. Can be serious or humour. What's Rhys up to at the time?"
"Report?"
"We've got a ten-minute window until local law enforcement arrives at the supermarket. Target Cooper is armed. The sniper's in back; sending in all three operators through the front."
"Anyone with her?"
"Husband and kid, we think."
"Kill them all. No witnesses. Your men have a problem with that?"
"We go by the contract."
"Good."
~~~
"Reporting. Sent in operatives. Heavy fire. She's coming out! She's coming out!"
~~~
"Reporting. I... I shot her. I shot — I can’t believe — the crazy bitch had the kid strapped to her chest. Oh Jesus, I shot right through. There's blood all over the front of her. She's down— "
"Pull out now! Pull out!"
"My men inside— "
"I said pull out! Grab the sniper and pull out!"
~~~
"Hello? Have you pulled out? Hello? Report, godfuckingdamnit! Report! REPORT!"
~~~
Esther veered the Escalade into the near-abandoned parking lot, tires screeching, and the powerful, sluggish thing came terrifyingly close to tipping over. She slammed down the brakes, jolted to a rocking stop next to the arched glass doors.
The doors that were cracked all over with spiderwebs of bullet impacts. Barely any light, either, and oh, there were the bodies. A trail of bodies. The mercenaries. She grabbed her gun, ducked down low in her seat, started planning her entrance.
"I'm alright, it's alright," gasped Gwen, staggering into view, holstering her guns.
There was dark blood all over the light beige baby carrier strapped to her chest. Holes in it. Anwen. No. No. Esther felt burning vomit rising up in the back of her throat. Her heart was breaking, and Gwen... she must be in shock...
"No really, it's alright," said Gwen, her tone weirdly soothing.
"Your... your..."
"Sweetheart, that's just a shrinkwrapped leg of lamb with a doll head duct-taped to the top. I'm not daft. Stupid, I mean. Rhys is hiding with Anwen behind the laundry detergent on aisle four. He'll be out in a minute."
"Just in time. The police are coming. Oh God, I thought— "
"So did they."
"Damn, you're good, girl."
"I know," said Gwen. "Let's go."