Ready...Aim...FIRE!

Michael's (The MC) POV

"Ready..."You whispered loud enough to be heard by your group as they lifted their firearms. At that point, Sergeant Foreman had taken her cue to move the drone closer, drawing the attention of the suddenly startled gangsters as it flew low but away from the building.

"Aim..." You ordered as you followed your own words, seeing the head of one of the violent rapists in your scope.

The criminals were looking up at the drone and chattering amongst themselves, oblivious to their presence and away from the helpless women they intended to violate. And so, after a sudden pause to breathe deeply, you gave the order to attack.

"FIRE!" You yelled more loudly, unable to help yourself as you pulled the trigger.

The courageous women around you did the same and with the suppressors masking much of the loud bang, blood was scattered across the floor from six different heads.

A second later, all six of them collapsed motionlessly. You swallowed, aware that this was the first time you had killed a living human being in cold blood instead of a zombie. Even if they were violent criminals who were planning to **** the women they held captive...even if now you had the responsibility to look after your group and this ambushed minimized the risks...and even if you had given Laurel your word that you were going to rescue her sister, it was not going to be easy to get used to the unease you were feeling now.

At least...a part of you hoped so.

You sighed before noticing that the poor, nude women were now scared out of their minds, thrashing around their bindings and looking terrified. You quickly lowered your rifle and raised your hand, which you hoped looked like a reassuring gesture.

"Don't worry, don't worry! We are not here to hurt you!" You blurted out quickly. "We came to rescue Laurel's sister," You explained, trying to sound soothing while pointing at her. "But then we saw what they planned to do to you, and we just had to intervene. We will cut you lose, don't worry."

And with that, you motioned for Garcia to use her combat knife to release them. She smiled at you and rushed to do exactly that, starting with the one closest to her.

Before she was done releasing the woman with the dirty blonde hair, though, the young Sergeant got closer to remove the gag, since she looked uncomfortable with that.

Once she could speak, she opened her eyes, and they were wide with gratitude.

"God, I could kiss you all right now," She declared before sighing in great relief.

You chuckled as you noticed the knowing look on the face of her almost completely lesbian rescuer.

"Oh, I wouldn't mind at all," She said with a grin as she cut the last of her bindings. "Kiss away if you really want."

The formerly bound woman's eyes widened even further at that, and the swallowing motion she just did moved her naked breasts a bit upwards. But before she could reply in any way, Amelia Barnes started shouting.

"Boss, look out!"

You turned in alarm as you saw another gangster exiting the building with a weapon in hand. He took one look at the fallen bodies of his comrades, and his face twisted into a snarl before raising his gun at you.

You tried to raise your own rifle, but you knew that you were going to be too slow, even before you heard the shot. But then, out of nowhere, LT Mills jumped in front of you...getting herself in the middle of the bullet's path.

Your eyes widened in shock and anger as your loyal second-in-command collapsed to the ground. Then, summoning reflexes and a fury you didn't even know you had deep inside, your rifle was aimed at the surprised gangster, and you blew half his head off at point-blank range before you knew it.

You inhaled sharply at the act before hurrying to your knees.

"Mills!" You screamed, unable to care about zombies overhearing as you checked her chest for the bullet wound, and Garcia rushed to your side. "Stay with me! Do you hear me?! That's an ORDER!"