Thunder rumbles as I peer over the motel's first-floor railing, after a moment of observing the seven figures I withdraw into my room and gently push closed the door. Fucking nuns in fucking latex. I retrieve my pistol, grip tightening as from below comes the sound of a door being kicked open, a shriek, and a short burst of gunfire. The Sisters of Apocalyptica. Renegades who killed men rather than protect the few of us left. I spin at the sound of nearing booted feet, there's a staircase just next to my room, and press myself into the space the door will hide.
I pull my garrote from the jacket hanging from the door, preparing to strike as the boots stop outside my room. The wood splinters, forcibly swings in, and I hold my breath. A nun enters, tight catsuit squeaking as she struts, and I slip behind her, hastily looping the garrote around her neck. I press a knee into the small of her back, heave the woman off her feet. I stagger back, grunting as I hit a wall, but it doesn't matter. The nun's flailing in panic, switching between trying to pry the wire from her throat and trying to hit me. There's an ugly pop, she spasms, and I unwind the garrote as drool escapes from between her slack lips.
I leave the nun stretched out, taking her gun and an earpiece communicator. Gunfire is near constant, the women who'd flocked here to be with me dying in droves, and I step onto the walkway, assessing the situation with a glance. A tall nun, her pale face ghostly amid the black of her outfit, emerges from the motel bar and through the scope of my stolen rifle I can see her satisfied grin, her slight excited panting. I put her down with a single shot, her head snaps back and she drops to lie in the bar's doorway.
There's a cry of alarm from beneath me and I curse, having forgotten about the nun clearing the ground floor rooms. Her voice is lovely in my ear though, a soft French accent, and I glance around as I hear her run, feel the walkway start to vibrate. Bullets thud into the wall around me, the nun on the walkway opposite having spotted me, and I let off a snapshot before swinging back into my room. The cursing told me I'd at least hit her, a grin appears on my face, and then the clattering getting closer slows, becomes cautious.
I don't try hiding behind the door this time, instead crouching by the window. The barrel of the rifle sweeps overhead, the pointed edge of a boot crosses the threshold, and I surge up, fist lancing into the nun's throat. She gags, face twisted as she struggles to breathe, and I pull her against me, looking over her shoulder. The injured nun is leaning on the railing, briefly hidden by muzzle flash, and my shield jerks as she's penetrated, sags in my arms. I let her fall into a heap, aiming at her killer, and watch the injured nun dance under my attack.
Four down, three to go. I check the motel courtyard from my position of height, noting the van the nuns had arrived in parked near the road. There's still gunfire somewhere though and I glance at the motel sign just as lightning fortuitously moves across the sky. Pool. I descend to the ground floor, spot the short tunnel that leads to the back of the motel. A single nun is silhouetted, from her nervous posture I can tell she's alert, and I fire on the run, I can just see crimson mist in the air around her. I vault over her body, spotting the sixth nun almost instantly.
She's in cover by the changing room, rifle on full auto and blazing away. Three of my girls are sheltering at the other end, firing off one shot for every ten that came from the nun. They see me, I see hope on their faces, but one leans out too far, bullets mangling a luscious breast. I hose the nun, her catsuit glistens where blood pours out, and then there's a single bang. I feel like I'm punched, I step back and trip, a hand moving to touch my stomach. It's bloody, I lift my head in time to see my two surviving women gunned down by the last nun and close my eyes.
When I open them again the nun is standing over me, long legs either side of my hips. A predator's smirk is on her face, her rifle pointing at my chest. The last I see is the rifle twitching up slightly, a headshot then, and there's just a burst of light…
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