Of Clubs and Ladders
The building was surrounded, and Nelly stood a sizeable distance from the front door. The sharps at the door signaled a three-two-one with their fingers, and as his hand balled in to a fist, the door was blown open. Before the explosion had fully rang out another explosion from the back door filled the same airwaves.
In quick succession the soldiers piled in, followed by a few gunshots. At every shot Nelly flinched a little, thinking how she was responsible for every death incurred. Fifteen seconds later, the first floor was cleared and Nelly rushed in with the secondary team.
A few club members wearing leather vests lay dead on the inside and the sights weren't any prettier further in. A few in more ordinary clothes were slumped over the pool tables, shot were they had been enjoying their day. A bartender was splayed in the drink cabinet, blood and alcohol from broken bottles dripping down on the floor.