“And so I was like ‘omigosh your hair has so much bounce!’ and the elf was like ‘yeah it’s lembas conditioner’ and I was like ‘cool, where can I get some?’ and she was like ‘oh past 23rd street’ and I was like…”
Heidi drones on in a high pitched whine. The beautiful blonde girl is sitting on the edge of a billboard for prosthetic tusk implants for orcs, twirling a pigtail, kicking her feet a few stories above the street.
Across from her is a twelve-story building made of solid grey stone with no windows, secured behind a huge stone wall tipped with electric razor wire. In the front is a gate manned by a pair of guards.
She appears to be speaking to the thin air, and does not stop for breath.
“... and then Skribl was like ‘Heidi can you shut the fuck up for one second!’ and I was like ‘I’m trying but your rescue plan is so boring when do I get to shoot people?’ and she was like…” the girl continues.
“Wow Heidi, that’s very interesting,” comes the dreamy voice of Optix, wafting telepathically through Heidi’s brain. Optix sounds sincere, as she always does. “I would very much like to try that conditioner. How is the mission going, by the way?”
Heidi sigh. “Boooooriiiiing,” she says in her squeaky voice, scrunching her face into a pout. “I’m just sitting here waiting for Skribl’s signal.”
Heidi can feel Optix nod telepathically. “Remind me Heidi, what was the signal again?”
“Uhm…” Heidi says intelligently, before scowling. “Oh frick, I forgot! What was it? Something about uh… she likes paint, right?”
“I believe,” Optix says, her telepathic thoughts radiating patience. “You are to wait until Skribl sabotages the transformer, and the lights go out.”
Heidi giggles. “Oh yeah!” she squeaks. A few long moments pass while Heidi twirls her pigtails. She looks down at the pitch-black below her, chewing bubble gum, popping bubbles with a loud echoing crack.
“Heidi,” comes Optix’s words. “Are the lights already out?”
Heidi pops another bubble. “Yeah huh,” she says. A few more moments pass before Heidi realizes what she said. “Frick. Ok Optix, I will talk to you later!”
“I am sure you will,” comes Optix’s amused reply. “Have fun Heidi!”
“I will!” says the blonde girl, her eyes narrowed.
***
Heidi lands on the sidewalk on one knee and one fist, leaving two deep cracks. She whips her head up, her pigtails bouncing, and rises. She adjusts her pink halter top and smoothes out her little black skirt. She cracks her neck with a loud snap, and then cracks her knuckles. She attaches a silly fake mustache to her upper lip, and walks across the street to the checkpoint in front of the huge stone building.
At the gate are two guards, one on each side, each holding a large crossbow with bolts that glow with purple, arcane light. Their faces are covered in black bandannas and black goggles, and they are covered head-to-toe in tactical armor, but bear no insignia. They are each inside a small outpost in front of a control panel.
Heidi saunters up confidently to the guard on the left, who immediately levels his crossbow at her head.
“Good day, fellow guard,” Heidi says in a terrible imitation of a man’s voice. She twirls her mustache masculinely. “As you can clearly see from my mustache…”
“Put your hands in the air, and step away from the gate!” the guard barks, his voice magically distorted by the bandana to come out low and intimidating.
Heidi hangs her head and sighs. Skribl was right; the mustache didn’t work. Time for plan B.
The blonde girl launches herself through the window, pinning the guard against the back wall of his glorified cubicle with her right hand. Arcane bolts of light shoot from the other guards crossbow through the window at a shocking rate of fire. Some explode harmless against the wall behind them, but one grazes Heidi’s arm, causing her to yelp.
Heidi whirls and fires her machine machine pistol back through the window, pumping a hundred bullets into the other guard.
“Oh god!” screams the guard she is holding.
Heidi ignores him and continues firing as the body body slumps back against the wall under the sheer weight of bullets.
“You’ve killed him you psychopath!” the pinned guard screams.
Heidi does not let her finger off the trigger, and the hot shells begin to collect on the floor, radiating heat.
“He’s...yeah he’s definitely dead!” the pinned guard cries anxiously.
The stream of bullets continue.
“Uh…” the guard says hesitantly. “Yeah he uh, you definitely got him…”
After a few more seconds, the bangs stop, and Heidi’s pistol is spent.
The pinned guard cowers as Heidi turns to face him with wrath in her eyes. A moment later, the look has passed, and Heidi is smiling sweetly.
“Where were we?” she asks, seemingly to herself. “Oh yeah…”
She drops the guard to the floor, and steps on his crossbow, snapping it in half. She clears her throat.
“Good day, fellow guard,” she says in a terrible imitation of a man’s voice. “As you can clearly see from my mustache, I too am a fellow guard as well. Please be so kind as to open the front gate, allowing me access to our secret compound that we pretend is for making dangerous potions but which is actually used for smuggling drugs and weapons and slaves? I have a meeting with Mr. Bossmeister about spreadsheets and synergy!”
The guard whimpers as he crawls over to the control panel and presses a four-digit code. With a buzz, the front gates slide open.
Smiling cutely, Heidi picks up the guard and headbutts him into unconsciousness.
With a satisfied smirk she walks through the front gate; she knew the mustache would work.
***
Heidi drones on in a high pitched whine. The beautiful blonde girl is sitting on the edge of a billboard for prosthetic tusk implants for orcs, twirling a pigtail, kicking her feet a few stories above the street.
Across from her is a twelve-story building made of solid grey stone with no windows, secured behind a huge stone wall tipped with electric razor wire. In the front is a gate manned by a pair of guards.
She appears to be speaking to the thin air, and does not stop for breath.
“... and then Skribl was like ‘Heidi can you shut the fuck up for one second!’ and I was like ‘I’m trying but your rescue plan is so boring when do I get to shoot people?’ and she was like…” the girl continues.
“Wow Heidi, that’s very interesting,” comes the dreamy voice of Optix, wafting telepathically through Heidi’s brain. Optix sounds sincere, as she always does. “I would very much like to try that conditioner. How is the mission going, by the way?”
Heidi sigh. “Boooooriiiiing,” she says in her squeaky voice, scrunching her face into a pout. “I’m just sitting here waiting for Skribl’s signal.”
Heidi can feel Optix nod telepathically. “Remind me Heidi, what was the signal again?”
“Uhm…” Heidi says intelligently, before scowling. “Oh frick, I forgot! What was it? Something about uh… she likes paint, right?”
“I believe,” Optix says, her telepathic thoughts radiating patience. “You are to wait until Skribl sabotages the transformer, and the lights go out.”
Heidi giggles. “Oh yeah!” she squeaks. A few long moments pass while Heidi twirls her pigtails. She looks down at the pitch-black below her, chewing bubble gum, popping bubbles with a loud echoing crack.
“Heidi,” comes Optix’s words. “Are the lights already out?”
Heidi pops another bubble. “Yeah huh,” she says. A few more moments pass before Heidi realizes what she said. “Frick. Ok Optix, I will talk to you later!”
“I am sure you will,” comes Optix’s amused reply. “Have fun Heidi!”
“I will!” says the blonde girl, her eyes narrowed.
***
Heidi lands on the sidewalk on one knee and one fist, leaving two deep cracks. She whips her head up, her pigtails bouncing, and rises. She adjusts her pink halter top and smoothes out her little black skirt. She cracks her neck with a loud snap, and then cracks her knuckles. She attaches a silly fake mustache to her upper lip, and walks across the street to the checkpoint in front of the huge stone building.
At the gate are two guards, one on each side, each holding a large crossbow with bolts that glow with purple, arcane light. Their faces are covered in black bandannas and black goggles, and they are covered head-to-toe in tactical armor, but bear no insignia. They are each inside a small outpost in front of a control panel.
Heidi saunters up confidently to the guard on the left, who immediately levels his crossbow at her head.
“Good day, fellow guard,” Heidi says in a terrible imitation of a man’s voice. She twirls her mustache masculinely. “As you can clearly see from my mustache…”
“Put your hands in the air, and step away from the gate!” the guard barks, his voice magically distorted by the bandana to come out low and intimidating.
Heidi hangs her head and sighs. Skribl was right; the mustache didn’t work. Time for plan B.
The blonde girl launches herself through the window, pinning the guard against the back wall of his glorified cubicle with her right hand. Arcane bolts of light shoot from the other guards crossbow through the window at a shocking rate of fire. Some explode harmless against the wall behind them, but one grazes Heidi’s arm, causing her to yelp.
Heidi whirls and fires her machine machine pistol back through the window, pumping a hundred bullets into the other guard.
“Oh god!” screams the guard she is holding.
Heidi ignores him and continues firing as the body body slumps back against the wall under the sheer weight of bullets.
“You’ve killed him you psychopath!” the pinned guard screams.
Heidi does not let her finger off the trigger, and the hot shells begin to collect on the floor, radiating heat.
“He’s...yeah he’s definitely dead!” the pinned guard cries anxiously.
The stream of bullets continue.
“Uh…” the guard says hesitantly. “Yeah he uh, you definitely got him…”
After a few more seconds, the bangs stop, and Heidi’s pistol is spent.
The pinned guard cowers as Heidi turns to face him with wrath in her eyes. A moment later, the look has passed, and Heidi is smiling sweetly.
“Where were we?” she asks, seemingly to herself. “Oh yeah…”
She drops the guard to the floor, and steps on his crossbow, snapping it in half. She clears her throat.
“Good day, fellow guard,” she says in a terrible imitation of a man’s voice. “As you can clearly see from my mustache, I too am a fellow guard as well. Please be so kind as to open the front gate, allowing me access to our secret compound that we pretend is for making dangerous potions but which is actually used for smuggling drugs and weapons and slaves? I have a meeting with Mr. Bossmeister about spreadsheets and synergy!”
The guard whimpers as he crawls over to the control panel and presses a four-digit code. With a buzz, the front gates slide open.
Smiling cutely, Heidi picks up the guard and headbutts him into unconsciousness.
With a satisfied smirk she walks through the front gate; she knew the mustache would work.
***