[OC; neck snap, shooting; non-con]

As Claire's target left her office, the spy quickly slid behind the the wall again, waiting for the other woman to make a few steps in the opposite direction before swiftly moving up behind her, placing one arm under her chin and the other at the top of her head, then twisting with a sharp crack. The bespectacled redhead didn't stand any chance, dead before she could even make a sound, the files she'd been carrying cropping to the floor as her body went limp, a dark spot forming in the front of her pencil skirt.

As Claire grabbed the body under the arms to drag her into a toilet stall – which was of course not gonna stop her from being found eventually, but delay it long enough for her to be long gone by that point – she felt the slightest twinge of regret. That hadn't really been a fair fight, and the woman had just been doing her job, and overtime deep into the night at that. ...But Claire couldn't risk any witnesses triggering an alarm, she had to get this prototype data, so after a short moment she just brushed the woman's eyes shut, muttering a 'sorry' before being on her way again.

Evading the few patrols and cameras on the level, Claire swiftly made her way to the data centre, and after a bit of hacking, Claire had the data on not only one USB stick, but three, one in her pocket, one wrapped in plastic and swallowed, and a third one pushed into her pussy, just be extra sure. However just as she was about to leave, there were several voices and footsteps, headed in her direction. Crap. Looked like she'd missed an alarm after all, so she'd have to fight. Taking cover behind the wall besides the door, Claire drew her gun, aiming in the direction the noise was coming from.

And in fact, not even a minute later, a security guard wearing an outfit similar to Claire's, a bikini top not really adequately containing her very sizeable breasts and the matching bottoms barely visible above the waistline of her minishorts, rounded that exact corner, and before the woman could as much as react, Claire pulled the trigger, accurately hitting her in the forehead, and splattering chunks of the blonde's brain and skull over the wall behind her, the body slumping to the ground and only twitching for a couple of seconds before going limp, a puddle of urine forming between her legs.

After some more shouting, the remaining guards, wisely using the cover of the sides of the hallway, returned fire, forcing Claire to quickly duck back and shoot mostly blind, seeming to miss several before a pained scream showed her she landed another, quickly peeking out to see a black-haired guard staring at the mangled remains of her right hand, staggering out of cover just enough for Claire to land a hit right between her breasts, tearing off the woman's top. Claire swiftly returned to cover as the other woman fell, producing gasping sounds for several more seconds as she jerked and shuddered in a pool of her blood, her breasts bouncing and swaying with every movement, before she quickly went still.

A renewed hail of gunfire forced Claire to wait behind her cover for several seconds before there finally was an opening, and she managed to land a shot into the stomach of a redhead that was just peeking out to shoot again, then another, and the guard sank to her knees, a trickle of blood running from her mouth, but still trying to shoot back, making Claire duck behind the – slowly rather bullet-riddled – wall, only for the shooting to stop after a few seconds, a quick glance confirming the woman had died as well, slumped over against the wall.

Claire could tell she was slowly running low on ammo, and she didn't have any more reserves, but there didn't seem to be many guards more either – except they would get reinforcements, while her gun was sadly unable to spontaneously regrow bullets ...she really should get R&D to look into something like that when she was back. Claire's escape route was all planned out, she just had to get to the stairs...

After another few tense moments of waiting, Claire picked up her empty magazines, then threw all of them to the other side of the doorway, even the quick motion predictably drawing return fire in that direction, giving her enough time to quickly fire several shots, one of which hit an especially busty brunette into the crotch, the woman doubling over with a scream and clutching the injury with both hands, Claire quickly aimed to finish her off with a bullet to the head, but – click.

Fuck. Now of all times. Claire had to act fast, she could get past one or two more guards, but once reinforcements arrived, she'd be caught without a doubt, so there was only one thing to do... “Stop! I surrender!” To underline her point Claire threw her – useless anyways – gun out of the doorway, and after a few moments the gunshots ceased, and after a few moments Claire peeked out to see a redhead and another blonde with some kind of insignia on her shorts advancing towards her, guns at the ready, so Claire very slowly and carefully moved out of cover, her hands raised in surrender.

At a gesture from the blonde, the redhead quickly searched Claire to predictably find the USB stick and her combat knife, before pushing her right before the blonde. “I'm not saying anything without a lawyer.”

“You really think any lawyer could talk you out of this mess?” The blonde sneered. “You killed four of our guards, that waste of personnel just to protect some new toy of theirs is gonna make some higher-ups rather unhappy.”

“I only shot three, the last one is-” In return to Claire looking over to the wounded guard, who was still kneeling on the floor, clutching her injury in a rather painful spot, but seeming stable at least, the blonde swiftly moved over, kicking the brunette in the back, making her fall forward before holding her gun right up to the back of her head and pulling the trigger, splattering the floor before her with the brunette's brain and chunks of gore.

“Four.” The blonde repeated. “That bitch really thought she could fuck my husband behind my back.” She kicked the body and it fell to the side, showing off the rather large exit would that had ruined most of the woman's face into a bloody mess, before turning back to Claire. “And as for you. No lawyer in the world could sweet-talk your way out of this mess. But we don't work like that, so fortunately for you you're saved from all the boring courtroom stuff.”

“What? Are you just gonna lock me up here or something?”

“Almost, but not quite.” The blonde chuckled. “I'm going to enjoy this. See, out policy against this sort of thing is pretty easy.” She suddenly pushed her gun right between Claire's breasts, painfully jabbing her into the sternum and making her back away, only to hit a wall behind her. “No prisoners.”

“W-what, you can't just-” The woman pulled the trigger with a powerful bang cutting off Claire as she could almost feel the reverberations of the sound through her chest before a massive searing pain surged through it, tearing out of her back and splattering the wall behind her with blood and bits of flesh. Claire couldn't do anything but futilely gasp for air and shudder in pain as the blonde withdrew the gun, ripping open her bikini top and eliciting a huge gush of blood dripping from the wound.

Gritting her teeth, Claire tried to at least face her death with dignity, but she couldn't help but quickly tear up from the incredible pain flooding her entire abdomen while a diffuse cold started creeping into her limbs at the same time, the metallic taste of blood pooling in her mouth and dripping down her chin. Before long Claire felt her legs give way and slumped against the wall, sinking to the floor; by now her vision was quickly starting to fade, and even her own ragged breaths sounded faint and muffled to Claire's ears, but she could still feel her body lose control and soil herself just to add to the indignity, eliciting a derisive point and laugh from the redhead guard.

Soon the cold and numbness was completely sweeping over Claire's body and mind, and she didn't even try to fight it, just letting the darkness take her, the last thing she heard the blonde that killed her radioing someone. “Dispatch, we need a cleanup for server room C, floor 8. ...Yes. …At least 5. ...Oh and if they complain about the time, just tell the boys that if they're quick the bodies are still gonna be warm.”