An entire room of wanted CEO's. A bounty hunter who revealed herself to be Pax Humanis. Fortunately for them? They were all wanted alive. Well, most of them.
@internutter/challenge-04036-k018-stay-sharp -- DaniAndShali
It was amazing to watch. Not a single one of the executives present realised that Bear was outnumbered. They were all focussed on her knife and the gleam of sharpness of her blade. It would only take five of them to take her down with a chance of a minor wound to one or two.
Not one of them wanted to be the one to bleed, and that was her advantage.
Not that it would matter. She had a small squad of 'targets' waiting to enact some exact revenge. In the unlikely event that any of these genetic samples decided to brave up, that squad would reverse the situation nigh-instantaneously. As it was, the collected authorities of seven Greater Deregulations shrieked and shrank away from her as if she were radioactive.
A decent half of them started crying.
It was so amazing to witness the effect at work. People who thought they had every right they could invent, suddenly smacked in the face with consequences. Every single one of them turned red as a beet and sobbed like a baby. This crowd were just ahead of the rest.
"Let's line up nice and pretty so I can make sure I get this done right," smiled Bear. "The good news is that most of you are wanted alive. The bad news is that only some of you are wanted alive and intact. The really terrible news..." the ones ahead of the curve were starting to wet themselves, "is that some of you... aren't wanted alive at all. My friends and I are allowed play with those unhappy few."
A few of the incredibly smart ones started an attempt to shuffle the line around. Hoping that the confusion of so many blond-haired, blue-eyed, pale-skinned and well-kept men would dazzle Bear's eyes.
She added a nick to the closest one's face.
"Just a reminder," she said, "Intact does not mean 'unharmed'."
The one she cut touched his face, stared in growing horror at his blood, and fainted dead away.
Bear only put her knife away long enough to make sure that this executive wouldn't swallow his own tongue. None of the others dared try to overwhelm her.
So much for their vaunted "natural male supremacy".
Threats suitably established, the rest of her team could happily pilot this cluster of 'luxury' yachts to the nearest CRC outpost for delivery. In the meantime she, and a few like-minded sadists were free to terrify them all. Luxuriating in the atmosphere of terror.
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