Ok so tattooed lady’s riding appearers have been a theme of late,and well why stop now?
“Lillian, watch my tail, i’ve got this blood sucking trucker.”
Emilie smiled to her self, he was dumb, all most moronically so.
What chance did he have in running? he was in a 18 wheel semi truck.
Now came the hard stoping him, with a flick of her wrist the bike roared in to life, carrying her faster and closer to the truck.
She moved, first planting her heels in to the passenger foot pegs, then pulling her shot gun from its holster.
Standing up right above the saddle, she racked the slide, the chain holding it to her wrist jangled as she brought it down.
The front tire exploded as the shot tore it apart, the truck started to slide as the driver lost control.
Her second blast tore apart the rear axle in a storm of sparks and shredded rubber.
The truck skidded to a halt in a cloud of smoking rubber.
Emilie slowed to a stop beside the wreck.
With a practised grace she drew her pistols, her rubber gloves sqeaking as she griped tight on cold steel.
Gravel crunched under her boots as she slowly approached the front of the truck.
The driver snarled at her, his eye burning with vampiric rage as he tried to reach his attacker.
Emptying both gun in a blaze of thunder, Emilie tore the bloodsucker apart in a storm of silver bullets.
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The phone rang loudly, awaking Emilie as the early morning light entered the room.
“Agent Emilie Le Mort? this is control.
Got a mission for you, hold for details.” the voice was cold, mechanical.
Emilie clicked the phone on to speaker mode, holding music filled the room as she tighten her spiked choker.
“Ok heres the details, its some kind of minor demonic intrusion in Dallas County.
Local law enforcement has already cleared the site, you are to clean up it, shut mouths and make people forget.
A local agent will meet you at the Dallas office.
Oh and i hear that you new tattoo, i can’t wait to see it.”
With a click the call ended.
