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"What?" Johnny said, then realized she was talking about the bike.
"Oh" he said, hauling the bike up and kicking down the kickstand. As it was still idling, he turned the key but left it in the ignition. "To save gas" he explained, turning back to her. "Let me guess, gunman?" he asked casually.

"Oh, it's only you, Jeremy. Why the hell are you in my house?" Sally stepped into the doorway next to Jeremy. She looked around the large living room, finding that Jeremy had been looking something.
"You find what you were looking for?" She turned to him, glaring. They weren't close in age or height, and she had gotten to know Jeremy through work. He wasn't a gunman, but he was a good shot, nonetheless. She and him went after targets who were particularly dangerous. Together, they hadn't missed their target and they were the two in the police station that had perfect scores on their shooting tests. Which is probably the only thing that kept him in the force. He had no other skills. He couldn't sneak, as shown by how noisy he was when Sally walked into her house. Also, he sucked at hiding. He had gotten shot at multiple times by gunmen because he wasn't fully hidden. There were numerous other things that made him a bad flatfoot, but listing all of them would probably take a few pages, and definitely give whoever was listing them a headache.
"No, actually. But I did find multiple guns in strange hiding places," Jeremy pointed to a table, where he had stacked around 20 guns that he had found, "How can you afford this many guns? You're only sixteen, you shouldn't even carry more than two small guns."
Sally lifted her shirt enough to show her two revolver holsters, one still empty, due to the fact that the gun was still pointed at Jeremy's head.
"They were all here when I got the house. Now, what were you looking for?"
"Uhhh... maybe you could put down the gun? I'm feeling a little queasy with that pointed at my head."
"Tell me what you were looking for, and maybe I'll put the safety back on."
"Ummm... Your police issue katana! I know that you prefer guns, but you still got one, right?"
"No, I refused to take one. Now, what were you really looking for? I'm ready to pull the trigger on your a**. I can sue you for trespassing, and damaging my personal property." Sally smiled wryly. Her eyes were completely serious and Jeremy knew that. He attempted to step back, but Sally blocked his foot with her foot, and she spun the gun into the holster, clicking on the safety, grabbing at him, somehow shoving him to the floor with a thud, and then pulled the gun back out, clicking the safety back on again, and pointing the barrel at Jeremy once again. Her foot was on his stomach and he coughed. She lightened up on her foot, and he wheezed.
"NOW!" he shouted, as soon as he could speak. There was yelling and footsteps all over the house, all eventually congregating around the living room doorway. Multiple flatfeet surrounded Sally and Jeremy in a matter of seconds and Sally pulled the trigger, killing Jeremy.
"Ops..." Sally said sarcastically, turning to the other flatfeet. She wasn't going to be able get out of this one, unless she pulled some strings. "Do you nice men have a warrant to storm my house?"
"No..." A few said.
"Then this is trespassing, which allows me to shoot all of you on spot, and considering that you probably kicked the door, its also destroying of personal property. So, are you leaving, or do you want me to show you all the doors to hell?" Sally smiled. She was obviously over her drunkenness.

((didnt mean to type that much...))

"We aren't leaving until you show us what we want." Said someone who stepped forward, apparently the leader of the large group.
"Ah, Captain Luccio. To what do I owe this honor of seeing you trespassing on my home?" Sally said. For a sixteen year old, she was incredibly brave to stand up to her superiors.
"You know very well what I want, Joan." Luccio smiled.
Sally's eyes narrowed. She hadn't heard her real name used in... what was it? Five years?
"How do you know that name?" Sally practically spat at Luccio.
"Oh, dearest, you can't really expect me to not look into your past, can you. But really, it was Jeremy who suggested it," Luccio looked at Jeremy's corpse, "I guess after working with you for so long, he became suspicious about you. He said that he saw a mark on your back that greatly resembled a gunman's mark."
"And?" Sally's eyes narrowed further.
"And after I looked up the name 'Sally Daniels,' I realized that there was no one fitting your description with that name. That's the problem with aliases. If you don't fake birth certificates and make up an entire life about the new you, you will eventually get caught."
""How did you know my name was Joan" Sally's face twisted in worry. She didn't want to move again. Not after she had settled into the town and gotten a job that she managed to keep for more than a few months. She had never been able to settle down, like much of the other gunmen in the world.
"Sweetie! It's not hard to do a face recognition program in a police station. Come on, you seriously didn't notice that I had been going thr-" Luccio was cut off. Someone had shot at Sally.
Sally's eyes widened and then narrowed in a grim grin that meant death for all that stood in her home. She moved for the table, and before anyone was able to move, she was grabbing at two sub-machine guns, and pointing them at the group of flatfeet. With a deadly weapon in both hands, she killed off half of the group before Luccio had called the order to shoot.
Blood had been spilled, and while Sally was only one person, she was a gunman. She wasn't going to back down from a fight that she had started. A shot had gotten Luccio in the thigh, and she fell to the floor, holding her leg. Sally finished off the group and turned to Luccio.
"You aren't going to get away with this. Someone has bound to hear those shots and find you here. You won't ever be able to settle down. You will have a huge bounty on your head, and anyone and everyone will come after you for that. I promise you that."
"So what?" Sally's face hardened and she lifted one gun and shot Luccio in the head.
She headed over the lake of blood that was staining her rugs and looked at herself in the mirror. While she had an emotionless mask on, she was crying. Tears were streaming down her face and into the pool of blood.
drip, drip, drip it went. Sally walked out of her house, agreeing in her head that Luccio was probably right.
((another long post... i guess i stole your writing ability, DemonDays, lol ))

((Holy... Can someone give me a quick recap? sweatdrop ))

Sally looked up to see the man who had first walked into the bar. Her face was stained with the blood of the flatfeet she had killed, except for the lines that were clear because of her tears. Her eyes were dilated and she did nothing to acknowledge that she saw the man, mostly because he was probably too far away to notice her bloodied clothing and skin, and she didn't really want him to.

(Actually Netas hasn't fired one round since she entered the town, she took the authorities out with the motorcycle.)

Netas was about to answer when she heard a series of gun shots from far off. She snapped her head around to look in the direction it came from, but it was too long a distance to figure out exactly where. "Yeah..yeah..sure, John, sure..." Netas took off her helmet and took a quick glance around; no flat feet running to the rescue? Where were they all..? As Netas was thinking this over a woman covered in blood walked around the corner. Netas had her gun out now and proceeded to follow her. The woman headed into a nearby bar as Netas reached around to itch her back with the gun, the safety on. She spun her gun back to where it belonged and swiftly moved to enter the bar to find the woman just standing there, staring at another man. She didn't approach, she wasn't sure if either one was hostile or not. Netas blinked and there was another man there, and she thought she was going to have a heart attack. Netas patted the upper part of her chest just under her neck to calm her heart then scooted away from the man. Her body tingled like crazy. Geez! Are every one of these freaking people gunman?! Netas turned to see who the man was then blinked. Oh, it's the dumpster guy.. she thought for a moment more as she itched her stomach before turning back to the girl. Was she the reason for the gun shots? It sure looked like it. Netas hesitated before speaking. "Miss..?" her voice was quieter and lowered so as not to scare the obviously tramatized woman.

(Ha ha, yeah, Netas likes to do crazy things like that. )

One of Netas' eyebrows arched as she watched the woman carefully. "Maybe you should..you know, clean up before authorities catch you..." she said while rubbing the back of her neck akwardly. Her other hand held the helmet she had been wearing for so long as she shifted her weight.