Hun Mamasha finally had her vision clear from the extremely dark purple. She was sat against the wall, outside the museum. A paper lay besides her, a note from the owner of the museum. “You simply stared into the CV19 like it had eyes for a full minute or so, and then passed out. I do not know why this occurred, but I don’t like you enough to nurse you back to health in my museum. Never come back, seriously. How can you just pass out for no reason like that in front of all of my customers.” Wow, I made someone mad. I agree with him though. I never want to see him again. She stood up off the midday warm pavement, and doing so gave her the urge to stretch. Something heavy shifted around her pocket as she did so, and Hun quickly realized it was too heavy to be her phone. She reached into her abnormally large sweatpants pockets and pulled out a fully loaded, both inserted mag and secondary attached. She pulled back the slide to reveal the chamber, and a .50 elegantly lifted itself into it. That of course came with a satisfying noise. The people that were just entering the museum picked up the pace, hands out in front of them not to run into everything as their eyes were trained on Hun herself. Two guards, including the one that had escorted her, emerged from the building. “We have reports of an… Hey! Drop it!” The guns barrel was currently pointed down, at her waist, so they hadn’t shot yet. They got behind someone's car right out front of the museum. Hun knew that if she didn’t drop the weapon immediately, she would spend the rest of her live experiencing hell and dying early, probably never to have a permanent group of friends or a family. Someone’s chin rested on Hun’s shoulder. Liuxings voice came from it. “C’mon, kill those dogs, spit on them, and then attempt to join me in paradise. Achieve it, achieve it.” Without moving a muscle, blocking all of the yelling of “Put it down now!” and frantic movement of tourists to think about her two options. Raise her weapon, attempt to kill them with no combat training, only weapons training, and live a short yet adrenaline filled life. Or, put the weapon down, go to jail, and permanently have this on her record for the rest of her life and be able to do nothing but cook fast food as a career. Liuxing whispered in her ear: “I will help with the fighting instructions and give you guidance here. But after this, I cannot help, as Lolita herself says that the outcome is very different from then on out. I will try and give you all my knowledge before I leave, however.” Mamasha decided. “I can tell what you have chosen. First tip: a man once took 21 bullets before he fell. Of course, he was intoxicated, but you are bigger than he was. It’s gonna hurt, but find a way to get a place to fire back from. Walk slowly, like you are in a trance, so that they think you are not aggressive at all. Also have your back turned to them.” She turned and followed the instructions. “Stop! Put your hands up and the weapon away!” Hun acted unfazed by this, and kept the exact same pace, and facial expression as she entered the area in the wall intended for maintenance on the AC, and it’s area of residence. One of the guards slowly rounded the corner, as far away from it as possible. He was met with another corner, presented by the AC box itself. He checked both sides, Hun wasn’t there. Gesturing to his partner silently, they sat on the outside of both corners, awaiting her exit. There was no way they were going into that small corridor with a .50 pistol waiting for them. “The guards won’t risk following you, open the grate on the side of the panel and see what they do.” her index and thumb were enough to unscrew the very old and weary screws on it. It made a loud noise just as both of them were suspecting. The guards looked at each other and thinking the same thing. There are dangerous things in there, and dangerous ways to use that. We may have to shoot and ask questions later. Both raised their service pistol, and one began to creep slowly into the tight area. He wasn’t even close to the corner when an enthusiastic Hun flew around it and punched a pistols barrel into the triangle of his jaw, and shot with the binary set to semi. Hmmm… Was there really much thought going on for him anymore? Too bad it wasn’t the one she hated. All of his blood and bone chips and everything nice covered her. Before the second guard could communicate fact that gunshots had been fired, Hun rounded the corner with her family’s signature side smile. One, two, three, four, five, six, bullets went into Hun. Her smile faded into a gasp, and she wondered if jail and burgers was better. C’mon, hang onto it, hang onto it, hang onto the little life I still have, grasp it, squeeze it between my fingers, feel it underneath my toes like sand at the beach, hug it, just don’t let go… Mamasha gritted her teeth and looked up. This all happened as the six bullets were being fired. 7th bullet. Giant punch in her chest. She raised her CV with one hand, and shot it without aiming. Maybe luck was on her side, it went into the right hip of the man she hated. Whoops. Forgot she had turned the binary trigger back on. Boom, second .50 rang out at exactly the same time as the 9mm. It caught him directly inside the right jaw joint, seperating it and mangling it in a disgusting way. The bullet never entered the skull, but delivered tons of force to it and bounced off, shattering a large part of the right side of his face. It’s kinda hard to shoot when this happens. Hun was done shooting too. She fell to her knees as the guard fell to his back. He lifted his abdomen, and checked to make sure his weapon wasn’t jammed. Hun got on one knee, then to both her feet. Bang, 9mm severed somethings in her abdomen, where her head had been before she got up. Guard was trying to pull the trigger for his 8th shot on target, with only 1 miss. Hun kicked his gun hand. Crack. Those were some pretty unnatural noises for a finger to make. Trying to stand up and reach for his gun at the same time while clutching his hand, his very bloody face shook. Hun kicked his jaw right where he was hit with the .50. His jaw made a disgusting noise at it unhinged even more, as muscles tore. He stopped struggling for a second. Eyes empty. Then, they regained color, and he reached again with tears in his eyes. Hun stepped on his chest to make him lie flat in his back. She took his gun, stuffed it in her pocket, and spit on him. He tried to spit back at her, but you know… Hun shot him in the left kneecap with his own gun, and watched him try to scream. “Yeah… Try. Scream, I dare you.” Now all he was doing was sobbing and putting his hands with open palms up towards her. She shot his other knee, and he groaned very loudly and tried to roll over. Hun kicked him on the chin for that. His dislocated jaw decided with that force it wanted to go out of place above the original joint, not below. Multiple teeth and shards of them came out of his mouth, and blood was just everywhere. He was unconscious, probably dead. Hun didn’t even put him out her misery, she left his gun on his chest and limped away. If he survived that, I applaud him and he deserves to live. The movement activated doors opened as a blood soaked Hun stalked into the building, clutching her side. She shot the hinge of the owner’s door and ran into it. It fell easier than she had thought, and so she stumbled to a slow stop. Her rec face stared into the eyes of the owner. “I knew you might come back here, damned terrorist. So eat this as a fine meal.” He aimed a small pistol at Hun, but Hun knew the second she stormed the museum that he would have a gun. So will most of the patrons. Who else comes to a gun museum? So before he could realize his mistake, Hun had pulled the trigger. The massive .50 conveniently lodged itself into his heart and lung, and then to his right eye because of the binary trigger. Hun’s wrist wasn’t feeling too good doing this one handed. Hun shot the man who had had the concealed carry outside the room. There is always gonna be one. She dragged her feet outside, and eventually, into her car. She let out a deep breath. The actual police will be here soon. I just need some time to rest… She started her car in the same pleasant sun that had started her day. Ahh, how the day had changed.

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