This was their job. A job Corey had spent hours preparing. After her stakeout, the five of them were supposed to take out the guards, slaughter the Russians inside and be done with it all, another weight lifted from their shoulders. The moment she showed up, the plans were completely derailed.
Corey pulled the trigger, bringing another Russian to the ground. Her attention was far from the bleeding body, instead focused on the woman in the elephant mask, the mask intruding on her bloodbath.
“Who the fuck are you?”