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got up, heading for the door.
The voice on the other end of the phone was hurried. “Nadya,” it was Vladimir. “They’re onto you. Leave now.”
Nadya’s eyes widened and she closed the phone, looking over to where Greta was just answering the door.
“Stop!” she yelled, but it was too late.
As the door opened, the man on the other side raised the barrel of the shotgun he held and fired. Greta’s stomach was obliterated and the large girl was knocked back, blood spraying from her back. She fell to the floor, already dead.
Nadya lurched up and – with no other weapons handy – hurled her cell phone at the shotgunner entering the apartment. The small phone flew across the room and smashed the man in the nose, making him stumble back through the door and into the man just behind him. She jumped to her feet, ignoring the pain in her shoulder and back, and charged the open door.
Leaping into the air as she got within range, she extended a leg outwards and smashed it into the stumbling man’s face. His jaw shifted unnaturally at the impact of her sock-covered foot. The man was forced further back into the hall, knocking the guy behind him to the ground.
Dropping into a standing position, she glanced down the hall in time to see two more armed men raising their guns at her. She ducked back into the apartment a moment before they fired, slamming the door shut.
Ulbrecht had come out of the kitchen at the sound of the first shot. He stared down at Greta’s corpse in shock.
“Weapons?” Nadya asked him.
He made no response and she turned to him, giving him a hard smack across the face to snap him out of his daze.
It seemed to work.
“Weapons!” she yelled.
Ulbrecht looked around the apartment, shaking his head. “Nothing…”
She looked down at his hand and saw that he held a chopping knife. She took it from him then shoved him towards a window.
“Fire escape?” she asked.
He nodded.
“Use it!” She turned back to the door as it was kicked open again, the two hit men moving through. Out in the hall, the man with the broken jaw was crying, still pinning the man under him to the ground.
Nadya dodged to the side as the two men opened fire and she hurled the knife at one of them. The blade slammed into his throat, blood spraying out and making him gurgle as he dropped his gun and reached for the knife. Pulling it free, his blood spurted with more force. He fell to the ground, both hands clamped around his throat.
Nadya moved forward again, raising a leg to kick the second man’s pistol out of her face before she lunged, tackling him to the ground.
In an attempt to force her off of him, the goon inadvertently grabbed hold of her wounded shoulder. His fingers dug into the bullet scrape.
“You motherfucker!” she cried out, slamming the palm of her free hand into the side of the man’s face. His cheekbone shifted under the blow. She slammed her palm into his head again, this time smashing into his temple. Several more blows and the man released his grip on her shoulder. There was a stunned look in his eyes and blood trickling from his nose and ears.
Pushing to her feet, Nadya let out an angered almost snarl-like sound from her throat which was actually Russian. “Cocksucking whore!” She raised her foot over the dazed man and brought the heel down into the bridge of his nose. The bone shattered and blood gushed from his nostrils. She stomped down on him twice more, just as hard. When she stopped, her sock was coated in blood and the man was dead.
A stray shot nearly ended her life as it skimmed by her head. Her hair shifted from it and her heart leapt up her throat for a moment.
“Mother fuck!” she yelled.
She turned and looked out into the hall and saw that the pinned man had worked enough of himself free to aim his pistol at her.
The voice on the other end of the phone was hurried. “Nadya,” it was Vladimir. “They’re onto you. Leave now.”
Nadya’s eyes widened and she closed the phone, looking over to where Greta was just answering the door.
“Stop!” she yelled, but it was too late.
As the door opened, the man on the other side raised the barrel of the shotgun he held and fired. Greta’s stomach was obliterated and the large girl was knocked back, blood spraying from her back. She fell to the floor, already dead.
Nadya lurched up and – with no other weapons handy – hurled her cell phone at the shotgunner entering the apartment. The small phone flew across the room and smashed the man in the nose, making him stumble back through the door and into the man just behind him. She jumped to her feet, ignoring the pain in her shoulder and back, and charged the open door.
Leaping into the air as she got within range, she extended a leg outwards and smashed it into the stumbling man’s face. His jaw shifted unnaturally at the impact of her sock-covered foot. The man was forced further back into the hall, knocking the guy behind him to the ground.
Dropping into a standing position, she glanced down the hall in time to see two more armed men raising their guns at her. She ducked back into the apartment a moment before they fired, slamming the door shut.
Ulbrecht had come out of the kitchen at the sound of the first shot. He stared down at Greta’s corpse in shock.
“Weapons?” Nadya asked him.
He made no response and she turned to him, giving him a hard smack across the face to snap him out of his daze.
It seemed to work.
“Weapons!” she yelled.
Ulbrecht looked around the apartment, shaking his head. “Nothing…”
She looked down at his hand and saw that he held a chopping knife. She took it from him then shoved him towards a window.
“Fire escape?” she asked.
He nodded.
“Use it!” She turned back to the door as it was kicked open again, the two hit men moving through. Out in the hall, the man with the broken jaw was crying, still pinning the man under him to the ground.
Nadya dodged to the side as the two men opened fire and she hurled the knife at one of them. The blade slammed into his throat, blood spraying out and making him gurgle as he dropped his gun and reached for the knife. Pulling it free, his blood spurted with more force. He fell to the ground, both hands clamped around his throat.
Nadya moved forward again, raising a leg to kick the second man’s pistol out of her face before she lunged, tackling him to the ground.
In an attempt to force her off of him, the goon inadvertently grabbed hold of her wounded shoulder. His fingers dug into the bullet scrape.
“You motherfucker!” she cried out, slamming the palm of her free hand into the side of the man’s face. His cheekbone shifted under the blow. She slammed her palm into his head again, this time smashing into his temple. Several more blows and the man released his grip on her shoulder. There was a stunned look in his eyes and blood trickling from his nose and ears.
Pushing to her feet, Nadya let out an angered almost snarl-like sound from her throat which was actually Russian. “Cocksucking whore!” She raised her foot over the dazed man and brought the heel down into the bridge of his nose. The bone shattered and blood gushed from his nostrils. She stomped down on him twice more, just as hard. When she stopped, her sock was coated in blood and the man was dead.
A stray shot nearly ended her life as it skimmed by her head. Her hair shifted from it and her heart leapt up her throat for a moment.
“Mother fuck!” she yelled.
She turned and looked out into the hall and saw that the pinned man had worked enough of himself free to aim his pistol at her.
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