A little thing I wrote up using the characters from my WIP, because I love these things
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Still holding the half full nitro bottle, Ellen threw a quick glance out of the window. The firefight was still on, and it seemed it would stay that way. A bullet passed through the window just as she retracted her head.
The problem with the nitro was that it would take down one group of enemies, yes, but then they’d have nothing for the rest. She had to come up with some way of splitting up the bottle. But there were no other containers in the room she was covering in.
Well, there was one way, but…
With a sigh, she walked over to her backpack, which she had hurled into a corner. It wasn’t like she couldn’t get new ones. She took out a small box and started working.
Irish was reloading a borrowed assault rifle when he saw Ellen come towards him in a crouched sprint. A few bullets hit the smashed tarmac around her. He fired of a few shots, not suppressing their opponents at all.
“Irish, throw these at them!” Ellen screamed above the constant gunfire, holding out a small box.
“What. The. Hell?” Irish said, looking at the small, white, wet cotton objects. “Ellen, I don’t think throwing these will help us. Religious order, remember? Their trained to ignore stuff like this.”
“Just do it!” she said back.
“Whatever. It can’t get any worse.”
He lobbed one of the objects over the wall. A gust immediately took hold of it, hurtling it towards a group of Order soldiers. One of them saw it coming, and snatched it out of the air. A bullet almost took of his hand.
“Looks like their running out of ammo,” he announced to his comrades, holding out the object. Then he felt his hand get moist through his glove. “Shit,” he said, and threw it to the ground.
Last mistake he ever did.
“What the hell was that?” Irish asked, as an Order position was blown sky high.
“Explosive tampons,” Ellen said, a wide grin on her face. “Neat, huh?”