Kimiko is pretty comfortable killing people. She's uncomfortable with how comfortable she is, of course, but at the end of the day she's a product of the hands that moulded her. Maybe one day she'll be different. Normal. Some doting housewife, trading the leather jacket for yoga pants, or a novelty smiling, silent barista at a Starbucks in Seattle. She imagines this life sometimes. For now, though? Butcher told her she's a gun in his hand and that's exactly what she is.
But there's casualties in the battle, and then there's this. Accidentally killing a nice, friendly man because she took her eyes off the road for a second. It shouldn't have been a problem. The highway is straight and empty for dozens and dozens of kilometres.
In a panic, she doesn't retract her arm from where it had kept him in his seat. But her other arm lets go of the steering wheel and finds his shoulder, desperately shaking him.
If the shaking doesn't work, she will lay on the horn for a second or so. It will cut through the air, frightening away a curious coyote sniffing the back wheel without a care for the chaos it caused.
And if that doesn't work, he's getting bridal carried out of the vehicle. ]
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Kimiko is pretty comfortable killing people. She's uncomfortable with how comfortable she is, of course, but at the end of the day she's a product of the hands that moulded her. Maybe one day she'll be different. Normal. Some doting housewife, trading the leather jacket for yoga pants, or a novelty smiling, silent barista at a Starbucks in Seattle. She imagines this life sometimes. For now, though? Butcher told her she's a gun in his hand and that's exactly what she is.
But there's casualties in the battle, and then there's this. Accidentally killing a nice, friendly man because she took her eyes off the road for a second. It shouldn't have been a problem. The highway is straight and empty for dozens and dozens of kilometres.
In a panic, she doesn't retract her arm from where it had kept him in his seat. But her other arm lets go of the steering wheel and finds his shoulder, desperately shaking him.
If the shaking doesn't work, she will lay on the horn for a second or so. It will cut through the air, frightening away a curious coyote sniffing the back wheel without a care for the chaos it caused.
And if that doesn't work, he's getting bridal carried out of the vehicle. ]