“Nice one, Champ,” she said, nodding after the smoke grenade Deadblood had lobbed into the hall. The coughing was growing louder, as the guards stumbled through the wall of smoke in search of fresh air. “We can pick them off as they come through.”
As the first of Biggie’s guards emerged, Sheri popped off a shot, striking the guard in the chest. He shouted, grabbing at his wound in surprise, before dropping to the ground.
Several more of his men stumbled on through, only to be picked off the moment they emerged from the fog. Sheri grinned at Deadblood as he targeted yet another of Biggie’s goons. The coughing and swearing was growing less loud with every shot fired.
“That really was brilliant, Champ.” Sheri whispered, as another guard straggled through the smoke, aiming her Springfield XD at him. Zeroing in, she pulled the trigger, only to miss her mark, the bullet whizzing by her intended target and striking something that sounded rubbery, then ricotcheting on down the hall. Deadblood quickly covered her, finishing off her missed target before he could fire back, as Sheri jerked the guard’s gun to the side to spray a round of bullets into his fellow thugs.
Then the two heard a huge, booming voice echoing down the hall.
“What th’ fuck? Who th’ fuck is out there? Muhfugga’s about to pay for that! That shit hurt!” It bellowed.
