>>18704965A door is kicked down in the run down house, followed by Kanako shooting a shotgun towards the ceiling.
"F-FUCK!"
A man dives behind the couch as he hears the bang.
>STPD! DON'T MOVE!Kanako shouts as she pumps the shotgun and aims it at the couch.
>Stay down there! Now throw your gun over the couch towards me, or I blow you and this couch in two!A snub nose revolver goes flying over the couch and lands near Kanako's feet. She takes a step forward, before stepping back.
>Okay, now throw me your OTHER gun!"I DON'T HAVE ANOTHER GUN!"
Kanako fires at the top of the couch, the buckshot tearing it apart as she quickly pump the barrel again.
>FIND ANOTHER GUN BEFORE I TURN YOU AND THIS COUCH INTO SWISS CHEESE!30 seconds pass before a semi automatic pistol is thrown over the couch. Kanako rolls her eyes before quickly walking over around the couch. She kneels on the drug dealer's back, sliding her backpack off her shoulder and pulling out some zip tie handcuffs. She restrains the dealer's hands behind his back, then his legs, then tying a blindfold around his eyes.
"W-what the fuck are you doing?! Cops d-don't...they don't do this where are my mirmanda rights?! Are you even a cop!?"
>Nope!Kanako says cheerily as she lays her shotgun on the couch, pulling out a pistol and cocking it to chamber a round.
>But I have guns and you don't. Now whereeeee are the drugs?Kanako asks as she pushes the barrel of her pistol against the back of the dealer's head.
"I-I-I-I...don't k-know what...you're talking about..."
Kanako sighs, standing up and aiming her pistol at the dealer's head.
*BANG BANG BANG*