This is Echo, Over

She stood alone in the middle of the room, not even breathing hard. Around her, bodies winked out from the gloom, illuminated in brutal detail with each passing headlight through the small, New England style windows. From another room, an old clock ticked on, missed by a flying knife not even minutes before.

Drip.

Blue eyes flicker over to the open door way, scanning the shadow's without moving. She didn't bother to shift, to prepare herself. She was already ready, waiting easily, gore encrusted pipe loose in her equally bloody hand.

Clang.

She swung her arm up, knocking aside his knife as her knee came up to block his kick. Her foot slid under his leg, slick as a snake, slamming its booted sole into his stomach before he could even blink. As he dropped, she slammed the pipe into his head, cracking it open like an over-ripe melon on a hot summer's day. A fresh layer of blood and matter splashed over her arm, wetting the congealed mass already there.

Thump.

His body fell onto the ground, just one more to the slaughter. The last one; she was done for the night. Sighing, she ran a hand through her short blonde hair, staining the quills red. Bracing the pipe on her shoulder, she scratched the cat sitting on the table behind its ears on her way out.

The screen clattered shut. Hopping off the table, the cat darted through the small plastic flap, running after the girl to twine around her legs.

Glancing down, she smiled before she checked in. "This is Echo-Whiskey-Foxtrot-Nine-One-Seven, contacting Sierra-Alpha-Lima-Four-Two-Nine. Come it, Sierra."

A brief crackle. "This is Sierra-Alpha-Lima-Four-Two-Nine. The line is secure, Echo. Report, over."

"The targets were taken out according to parameters," she stated, eyes roving over the landscape. "Bit messier than expected. I'm going to do some basic clean up before heading back, over."

"Did they injure you at all?" Echo laughed, low and smokey.

"Shit, Sierra, didn't know you cared," she mocked, smiling when she found a small spigot off the side of the house. "No, I sustained no injuries during the mission, and left no biological evidence behind. Cyn nearly got clipped, though. It was very mean of you to not tell us that they had guns." Moving easily, she strolled over to the spigot, the cat--Cyn--following. "Over."

"You should've expected it," he snapped. "It's not my problem if you can't handle yourselves.

"Clean up and report back in at oh-three-hundred hours. Sierra, out."

::Mean asshole. I should plug him one when we get back in. That fat bastard would've gotten me if I'd been any slower.::

Echo shook her head, laughing softly. "Now, now, Cyn," she drawled. "We can't kill every moron in the organization; there'd be no one left, otherwise." Turning the water on with her heel, she stuck her hands under the stream. "Ooo, shit, this is cold!" Shivering dramatically, she scrubbed at her arms, scraping the blood off. Licking a paw, Cyn just watched her.

::I am not getting under that. I'll wait till we get back.::

"You are not getting in my car like that. Get in here." Scooping up the cat, she dragged it under the faucet, rinsing the blood from it's black coat.

::I hate you.::

"Like wise. Come on, kitty. Let's get back before Sierra blow's a gasket."

::Wouldn't want to miss that.:: Shaking himself, Cyn stuck his tail up into the air, hopping into the small sedan. Echo just smiled, shaking her head slightly. Shaking off her leather gloves--and damn if she wouldn't need a new pair after tonight--she closed the tap firmly, shutting off the water flow. Tossing the pipe into the trunk, she collapsed into the front seat.

The car sped off, leaving the small farm house all alone, filled with bodies. Tomorrow, the milk-man would notice the gore-smattered door panes and call the cops. A few officers would arrive, then many, as they discovered the multitude of bodies and illegal substances ranging from child pornography to cocaine. One smart chap would get the idea to check the barn, where he'd fine a small harem of young children, battered and abused yet strangely calm. When asked, they'd say an angel had come to rescue them and had told them everything would be all right. One little girl would have the orange tabby belonging to the owner of the house clutched tightly in her skinny little arms. The media would catch wind of this, and for several weeks they'd wonder "WHO IS THIS ANGEL?" and hash and rehash over the crime until the next gorey story would come along, and no one would remember this one other than those in it.

But that was tomorrow. Right now, the house was a silent tomb, a mausoleum to the dirty and the corrupt. An example of what it meant if you took it too far, even in this town. The right people would get the message, even if the rest would not. That was the organization's way. And their way was law.

AN: Written 07.08.17
This...didn't exactly come out of nowhere. http://kitsunewind.deviantart.com and I were discussing Sin City and what she should draw next. On the SC kick, I suggested something violent and bloody, then cursed when this image popped into my head:
Setsuna Jikan: Like, I have this image of a girl standing in the middle of a darkened room--lol--, dramatic shadows, with dead bodies all around her. And from her hand to her elbows are covered in gore, as well as the pipe in her hand. Blood's spleckered across the bit of her face you can see from the light, and her eye is gleaming in a detached sort of way.
Setsuna Jikan: These are the types of ideas I keep getting
Nonvieta: lol, fatal frame?
Nonvieta: I HATE THAT PART OF THE GAME GAH
Nonvieta: then the kusabi ATTACKS and it's like RAWR, ONE-HIT-KILL BITCH
Setsuna Jikan: And they're as annoying as shit cause how the hell can I turn that into a decent story as is?//And what the hell no
Nonvieta: and i'm like OH JEESUS
Nonvieta: runrurnurnunrunrun
Setsuna Jikan: More like Sin City or the like
Nonvieta: and then sae all, chases you through like FIFTY rooms
Nonvieta: and is like ONE-HIT-KILL-BITCH-PLZ-HA
Setsuna Jikan: Dark, bloody, where the line between good and evil is thinner than spit
Nonvieta: and i'm likem, oh shit runrurunrunrunrurunrun
Nonvieta: spit is actually pretty thick for a liquid
Nonvieta: water would be a better analogy
Nonvieta: spit's all viscous
Setsuna Jikan: Shaddup
(yes, we're stupid. ^^)

So I started trying to write it out. And this came out. I'm liking it, and I might continue it. It's an interesting concept in my head right now, and hell, I could always use another universe in my head.

Critique would be HIGHLY appreciated. I cannot write right now, and any and all comments would be good.

Sets, out!
::end transmission::