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"That fucker..." Inanna cursed between her teeth. Despite his precarious position, Buller still had the advantage of cover, even if he was mostly lying down after getting his foot shot. Not that Nick and Inanna were any better, but she aimed to end that as soon as possible. She was fed up with hiding who she was, what she was, of playing nice and following Nick's lead. It didn't matter who he knew in those parts or what they thought of them, if forced to, Inanna would end them all. Taking a quick peek over cover, something that almost got her shot, her heightened senses picked up Buller's precarious position under cover, and made her aware of how little mobility he had.
"Keep yourself still" Inanna whispered to Nick. "We don't want him moving or doing anything weird. We want him to keep his position and keep shooting at us, trust me" she said. Her eyes glazed and looked lost for a moment while her brain made a few calculations impossible for a merely organic human. Nick could see her right arm, the one with the knife, tense, synthetic muscle making the skin taut, the clothes tight. In the blink of an eye, with her arm lashing like a whip, Inanna threw the knife upwards with all the force she could muster in that position.
"Wait... wait... remember my promise?" she hushed to Nick. "Hey Buller!" Inanna shouted after a moment. "Look up!" she yelled, trusting that the persistent goon would surely follow suit, even if it didn't matter much. In the silence of the almost barren area, both Nick and Inanna could hear the wet thunk of the thrown knife falling point first into Buller's eye, the disgusting squelching sound cut by a short yelp and a gurgle. Just a couple seconds later a thud, as Buller fell aside the cover with the knife firmly lodged in his face.
"Keep yourself still" Inanna whispered to Nick. "We don't want him moving or doing anything weird. We want him to keep his position and keep shooting at us, trust me" she said. Her eyes glazed and looked lost for a moment while her brain made a few calculations impossible for a merely organic human. Nick could see her right arm, the one with the knife, tense, synthetic muscle making the skin taut, the clothes tight. In the blink of an eye, with her arm lashing like a whip, Inanna threw the knife upwards with all the force she could muster in that position.
"Wait... wait... remember my promise?" she hushed to Nick. "Hey Buller!" Inanna shouted after a moment. "Look up!" she yelled, trusting that the persistent goon would surely follow suit, even if it didn't matter much. In the silence of the almost barren area, both Nick and Inanna could hear the wet thunk of the thrown knife falling point first into Buller's eye, the disgusting squelching sound cut by a short yelp and a gurgle. Just a couple seconds later a thud, as Buller fell aside the cover with the knife firmly lodged in his face.
