Seated before her dining room table, Aurora gazed down over the tools from which she made her trade. There before her were three black cold steel weapons gleaming in the overhead light. They were the closest thing to children as Aurora would ever have as she peered over them with an almost loving affection. Placed center among her deadly toys was the pistol that eliminated Mendoza and his collection of thugs. The semi-automatic Glock17 was her prized passion with a magazine capacity of 17 rounds. It was her go to gun for almost every hit and was her most reliable piece of weaponry.
Beside the powerful Glock17 lay the smallest weapon in her collection, the mighty mini Glock 27. Snub nosed, thin framed, lightweight and packing 10 rounds within its magazine clip. Unlike the larger gun, this was her hidden little secret that strapped to her ankle as her back up weapon. Her objective was to use the tiny handgun in the Mendoza assault hidden under her dress snuggling her upper thigh. But when the garment proved too short to cloak the holster, Aurora had to resort to her main killing tool, the bigger pistol. Though she had to change plans and guns at the last minute, the more powerful handgun proved the better fit to take out an assortment of evil men and their leader with the most firepower she could wield.
Above the others was her master killing machine, an exact replica of the M24 sniper rifle she used in her days with the Special Forces. She was the only female of her class to achieve sniper status as she could kill a man from 300 yards away. Although she most enjoyed the up close and personal hit, Aurora knew that having this weapon on hand may have to come into play for Kill Fest. Better to pack it and not need it then to need it and not have it if a target needed to be taken at a greater distance she thought.
Taking hold of her larger handgun, she held the cold steel killing instrument with an almost lovers touch. Seizing hold of the handgrip within her right hand as she brought her tattooed arm up under the weapon and took hold of her right hand with the left in the telltale military style gun stance. Pointing the firearm at the wall, she could easily envision her next target standing there. Her hand in a firm grip around the weapon's handle, she ever so gently pulled the trigger. Though the magazine was void of deadly projectiles, just the very sound of the hammer striking gave the young assassin a warm shiver almost resembling that of an orgasmic reaction as it rippled throughout her body.