Aleesa Sana adjusted the strap of the loaded duffel dark duffel bag adorning her right shoulder. The back of her hand wiped beads of perspiration from her brow. The heat rose off the ground in waves. The doubt in her mind evaporated as she made her way towards the bus stop. Aleesa knew she was making the right choice. She walked confidently down the dirt road towards her destination.

There would be no turning back. Today she settled her debts.

Sana boarded a large blue and red bus, her head leaned against as she sat down, watching the scenery go by. Trees became more lifeless, buildings and other parts of infrastructure more dilapidated as she approached her destination.

The very city seemed to be filled with foreboding, she thought, as she rang the bell and stepped out.

A sharp squeal of tires sounded as the bus barreled away. It looked like the bus driver thought so too.

She strolled down the sidewalk looking for her destination as the few people in the lifeless city scurried away into alleys- out of sight. Aleesa looked up as a three story building stood before her, paint peeling and moss growing in cracks and on broken timber where moss should not be.

A grimy, mossy glass door stood before her, well what should have looked like glass anyways. Fearing  what disease it might have carried, she kicked it down, listening to the tinkling of glass as it rained down.

CRUNCH! CRUNCH! sounded from beneath her feet as she pressed forward.

Three men stood before her, each pointing a metal barrel at her, which was rather impolite.
Pointing was not nice, which she voiced aloud.

"Give me the bag!" one with a scar above his eye growled.

Sana slipped the strap from her shoulder and held it out to him, as he cautiously stepped forward. Once his fingers were within reach, she swung it, all 150 lbs of it, slamming into his temple.

"Today we commemorate Scar in his last hour as he dies from blunt force trauma," she thought, flipping behind a desk as bullets rained down on her from his remaining associates. At least he went mercifully.

She unzipped her duffel bag pulling out an M1918 Browning Automatic Rifle- all 45 inches of it and opened fire as even more henchmen flooded the room, watching as bodies fell.

A short while later, the massive din of bullet showers reduced to only an occasional shot. She walked down the carpeted hallway, blood squishing beneath her black boots. The blue door of the 'Boss Room' slowly drawing closer as she reloaded.

The only two guards left stood on either side of the door- the last line of defense against the She-devil. Their muscles tensed with alertness, their minds focused. Both had their guns aimed at the doorway as it was kicked down, a body falling through- one of their own. Before they could fully could fully process, the grenade beneath the body exploded as their boss ducked beneath his desk. Entrails and blood splattered the room in some form of bizarre abstract art.

The lit cigarette fell from his mouth- agape.

A bullet pierced through his forehead, exiting on the other side of his skull as Aleesa lowered her rifle.

Mission accomplished.