Prompt: Class assignment, 3rd Person POV.

Nova held the gun tightly in her grasp. It was heavier than she expected. Her arm shook slightly as she pointed the gun at Greg, who was laying on the ground clutching his now broken nose. Nova wanted to shoot Greg right in his stupid twirly mustached face. Maybe then he would get the hint that she was actually pissed.

"Look I'm sorry your friend got arrested," Greg said. "How was I supposed to know the meeting was a setup?"

Nova snorted. "Shut-up," she said. Greg practically had the entire police department under his thumb.

Greg held up his hands. "Marty went down too. How do you think that's going to affect my business? This isn't just about you anymore."

Nova glared at him. If he kept talking she was going to shoot him in the face.

"Do you want to compare who got fucked over more by the police arresting Marty and his gang?" Greg kept talking. This man had little self-preservation instincts. "Because clearly, I am getting the short end of the stick because-"

Greg probably would have continued to talk, except that Nova pulled the trigger and missed. She had meant to shoot Greg in the head. Nova ended up shooting him somewhere in his leg above the knee. Greg howled in pain and cursed everyone from Jesus Christ to Nova's own grandmother.

The recoil of the gun had hurt Nova's shoulder and Greg's whimpering was getting on her last nerve. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you in the head."

"Think of my wife," Greg said.

"You're not married," Nova replied.

"I could be someday."

Nova rolled her eyes. Greg was unbelievable. He would never get a wife with his dumb mustache and the fact that he sweated like a pig in the middle of summer. She steadied the gun.

"Wait, wait, wait," Greg said. "I can help you get Sophie out of jail."

Nova paused. "How?"

"I know a guy who knows a guy," Greg replied. "Stop pointing that gun at me and I'll tell you their name."

"If you're lying about this guy," Nova said lowering the gun. "I won't miss next time."