Agent Knight walked up to the doorway to the detective’s apartment she knocked and waited for a second before no one answered. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small key and tapped it against the door. She heard the sounds of the locks clicking. She let herself in and closed the door behind her as she drew her gun looking around the apartment. She wished that she could have brought something a little more powerful but her bosses would never let anything out of the vault that was registered as a level one threat. She didn’t see anything that would give her any clues as to what he had done with the brief case. Finally after some looking she found a safe.
“Bingo.” She put her gun away and reached into her pocket and pulled out the key. “Let’s see what is behind door number one.” As she went to touch the key to the safe she felt something slip around her neck and pull her backwards the key slipping from her fingers and hit the floor. She felt the razor sharp wire digging into her neck as she was lifted off of her feet. She could fill hot blood running down her neck as she struggled to breathe trying to reach back and stop however was strangling her. She felt her world begin to go black. She knew it as a long shot but she reached into her jacket and grabbed her gun and pulled the trigger repeatedly.
She fell to the floor as she struggled to breathe as she looked up and saw her attacker lying dead on the ground, a large Hispanic man in a well-tailored suit. She could fill the wound on her neck beginning to heal. Suddenly she looked up to see the man she had just killed standing in the doorway holding a pistol. Hey fired at the same time. She could fill the bullets rip through her body, it hurt like hell. She slowly stood up gasping for air one of the bullets had pierced a lung. She reloaded as quickly as she could as she looked at the second dead body which was identical to the first as it slowly turned into a cloud of smoke. She took a deep breath as the bullet popped out of her chest and the wound mended. She turned her head coughing up a bit of blood.
A third copy of the man appeared in the doorway wielding a sawed off shotgun. She managed to dive over the bed as he fired hitting mostly bed but not entirely.
“Fuck.” She screamed feeling the searing pain of the shotgun shells in her legs and ass. She heard the shotgun go off again peppering the bed filling the air with feathers and bed stuffing. She looked at the window wondering if she should try and run for it or stay and fight. She had to get the briefcase as well as the key she had dropped but she only had two clips left and had no idea how many more clones would come after her.
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