Crossfire 2

"Where are the others?" I asked in a slightly hoarse voice, the woman in front of me was wearing a black t-shirt, pants and boots. A gun tucked into her belt along with two knives. She wore a black leather sash that resembled a belt over her shoulders, peeking over her shoulder.

Her face and appearance look so … mismatched. With a face like hers, she is suited to wearing dresses and high heels, makeup and diamonds, like other normal women in this city.

But it wasn't the weapon or her odd appearance that caught my attention the most, it was her pale bluish-gray eyes that stunned me the most, for a few seconds.

She wasn't even looking at me at all. I've seen eyes as clear as the woman in front of me, my eyes drifting to her bleeding arm and then back to her face.

"The others are outside?" I asked again after she did not answer my first question. She returned her clean knife to the cover. Then tilts her head towards the door without even looking at me and walks out.

For the first time a