Pitch Black

[Akura]

Georgia followed the blue arrows on her tourist's map, attempting to find a comms terminal. She rounded a corner, back pressed against the wall to spot for thugs.

Nothing.

She proceeded out into the small gift shop plaza, checking the map again, to her right should be a working comms terminal. And there it was, mounted on the wall to her right. She smiled and approached it, before she could activate it, she heard voices.

"You two, split up and check the plaza, I'll go meet up with Jimmy and Petey down in the 300s"

"Sure thing boss" a low voice replied,

Two more armed thugs passed Georgia, checking the few bodies on the floor and making sure they were alone. She kept her breathing quiet and her back pressed firmly to the support pillar.

"Nothing here" a slightly higher voice squeaked, the other agreed and they both descended the stairs to reception.

Georgia slipped out from her cover and checked her surroundings, she input the codes she wanted into the Comms terminal and prised off the override button with her knife.

"He said 300s, that must be room numbers" she pondered, glancing up at the directional signs,

The signs for 250-400 lead her down another wide corridor, opening out into a large complex of hotel rooms, with another reception desk in the middle.

"Luxuria?" a voice from somewhere near questioned,

Georgia turned on the spot, startled to hear that name,

"Decker..." she hissed, laying eyes on him,

"Hiding behind the rags of the regular I see..." he sneered, "I said I'd kill you for what you did to my brother, and I see my chance right now"

"Decker please-" she started, hearing a crunch behind her, a foot on broken glass.

She spun on the spot, lashing out with her knife, left, right, left, she slashed, finally thrusting out at the thug. He gasped and stumbled over backwards, the momentum carrying him over a balcony and down a level to his demise.

Georgia snapped up his shotgun, checking the reception area again for Decker, he had disappeared, and she could hear more thugs. She took up cover behind a statue, peeking out across the corridor.

Sure enough a small group of thugs arrived, hopping up and down in excitement. She let them get closer, and closer still. Her gun would only be effective if they were close. She counted five as they passed her, unaware of her presence.

"Huh, I guess-" one thug started, his words cut off as Georgia shot him cleanly from behind,

One of the smaller thugs panicked, shooting his submachine gun into his friend, startling the remaining two thugs, they turned their guns and shot the smaller thug, without identifying thier target. Georgia shot one of the two, moving to get behind some cover.

The last thug fired from the hip, his assault rifle failing to hit the small Bretonian. He swore and dropped his clip, fumbling around for another. Georgia took her shot and charged him, thrusting the knife into his chest and using her own weight to topple him over onto his back.

A loud sound and a sharp pain, she reached down, feeling her stomach. She felt numb, her hands painted with her own blood. She fell to her knees, grunting as she reached for her gun.

"I win this time Luxuria" Decker hissed from behind her, his pistol still smoking from the shot,

"That isn't... my name..." she hissed, her hands going cold.

She relaxed, falling to the ground, her world going black...