Maxine Wollcott walked quickly down the hallway. She knew the dangers that came with her job. Stewart Industries was one of the most targetted corporations in the world. Not from accussations of those claiming the company did not follow proper guidelines for employment, waste management or anything like that. No, there were those that covetted the brain trust the company had gathered, and wanted it for their own.
But this was probably the first time a physical attack had been made on the company.
It was appauling that assassins would actually attempt to break in with the intent of killing Derrik Stewart. Maxine huffed at the thought as she moved faster down the hallway. She furrowed her brow as she realized, there was a touch of fear in her bones as she moved. Her hand automatically reached for the revolver and she drew it out as she moved. No stopping, she'd get out safely.
The cut on her arm appeared so quickly, she didn't have time to register it. But it did one thing. She stopped. And she grew much more worried.
"There is that smell," a cocky voice called out from the shadows. "Fear." Maxine whipped the pistol around toward the direction she believed the voice was coming from. But softly, eerie laughter told her that had changed. "You will tell me where your employer is." It wasn't a request, it was a demand. Dripping with sinister intent. "You will do so now!"
"Really," Maxine replied in an even tone, attempting to cover any hint of fear in her voice. "So you may do what, exactly? Kill him? You honestly believe that I'll simply hand him over so that you..." Her comment was cut off and she let out a choke from her throat as a hand grasped her neck tightly. The Sister had appeared from nowhere, putting her in a rather comprised position. The pistol she held was easily smacked from her hand, leaving any defense she had now gone.
"Enough of your blathering," the Sister snorted. "Tell me now. Or you die."
"The choice... between dying... slowly... or dying... quickly," Maxine forced out as she gasped for air, struggling to remove the woman's hand from her throat. "Is not... a choice at all."
"Is that so?" the Sister replied with a smile that revealed all her intentions to the world. "A quick death, or torture. Luckily for you, I do not have time for a perfect torture." Maxine tried to sneer, showing her defiance as she heard the sound of metal against metal, seeing the glint of a blade out of the corner of her eye.
Her hands still struggled. She wanted to live, but knowing that she might not. Her last few moments would not be pleasant, but she would also not bend to the Sisters. "I'll... see you... in hell."
But this was probably the first time a physical attack had been made on the company.
It was appauling that assassins would actually attempt to break in with the intent of killing Derrik Stewart. Maxine huffed at the thought as she moved faster down the hallway. She furrowed her brow as she realized, there was a touch of fear in her bones as she moved. Her hand automatically reached for the revolver and she drew it out as she moved. No stopping, she'd get out safely.
The cut on her arm appeared so quickly, she didn't have time to register it. But it did one thing. She stopped. And she grew much more worried.
"There is that smell," a cocky voice called out from the shadows. "Fear." Maxine whipped the pistol around toward the direction she believed the voice was coming from. But softly, eerie laughter told her that had changed. "You will tell me where your employer is." It wasn't a request, it was a demand. Dripping with sinister intent. "You will do so now!"
"Really," Maxine replied in an even tone, attempting to cover any hint of fear in her voice. "So you may do what, exactly? Kill him? You honestly believe that I'll simply hand him over so that you..." Her comment was cut off and she let out a choke from her throat as a hand grasped her neck tightly. The Sister had appeared from nowhere, putting her in a rather comprised position. The pistol she held was easily smacked from her hand, leaving any defense she had now gone.
"Enough of your blathering," the Sister snorted. "Tell me now. Or you die."
"The choice... between dying... slowly... or dying... quickly," Maxine forced out as she gasped for air, struggling to remove the woman's hand from her throat. "Is not... a choice at all."
"Is that so?" the Sister replied with a smile that revealed all her intentions to the world. "A quick death, or torture. Luckily for you, I do not have time for a perfect torture." Maxine tried to sneer, showing her defiance as she heard the sound of metal against metal, seeing the glint of a blade out of the corner of her eye.
Her hands still struggled. She wanted to live, but knowing that she might not. Her last few moments would not be pleasant, but she would also not bend to the Sisters. "I'll... see you... in hell."
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