Peaking over the cover, Mae can see three men moving through the door. One of them is holding a rifle, and the other two are carrying metal bats.

Touching on their mental connection, it sends Hailey the impressions of the three men, their relative positions, and their weapons, along with a small thrill of excitement—it hasn't gotten to have quite this much fun in years!

Yeah, she agrees. This is a lot more exciting than twice weekly range time, for sure.

Okay, carefully use Mae's guidance to put a shot into the rifleman's chest, possibly just stunning him through the vest, and then lean properly out of cover to put a round between his eyes in a blink. Two more shots to take out the melee dumbasses while they're surprised and out of range, and then back behind cover to listen for more of these fucks.

Down they go in a hail of well-placed bullets!

Then, a sound from behind her as a man with a bat jumps through the broken window, then another to the side as two more come through the door!

Window boy gets a steady headshot, then she smoothly turns toward the two at the door, tapping them each once in the chest and once in the head, before ducking back behind cover, Mae's slide stuck back as the mag runs dry. Smooth reload, then rack once to chamber.

Anyone else want to die tonight?

Another man comes through the door, followed by several bullets from another, aimed to force her back into cover!

Suppressive fire? First time they've tried that all night. She might actually develop a shred of respect for them if they keep breaking out these tiny scraps of skill.

It's not enough, though. They're aiming high, for chest-height when she's standing. She drops low and holds Mae out, shooting out the first guy's left kneecap.

The man collapses to one knee, shouting out a curse in Russian as the other man runs around him, still firing short bursts of gunfire over and around her cover.

Okay, he's actually worth a modicum of effort?

She ducks around the other side of the wall she's using for cover and gets out of view for when he comes around looking for her.

The man walks slowly to the wall, carefully watching for her to pop out, then turns around the wall, trigger ready to—nothing? Where is she?

He quickly checks around him. Which way did she go?

And then while he's looking this way and that, she pops out and shoots him in the chest, then once more in the head, before stepping the rest of the way around toward the door to shoot out the bat-wielder she kneecapped. Any other takers? She's still got eleven rounds left, just in her current mag.

She looks and listens carefully.

…

…Silence.

Job well done. Time to look around the grounds just in case, make sure there aren't any stragglers hiding.

There don't appear to be any more hiding in or around the house.

After several minutes of looking around, there's a sharp knock at the door.

Viggo can't have more goons that quick. She heads toward the door, stepping quietly, and peers out the peephole to see who it is.

Outside are flashing blue and red lights, silhouetting a man in a uniform, standing at the door, empty hands by his sides.

Ah. Cops. She knows the town cops, so that's easy enough. She opens the door and leans out, carefully keeping her gun out of view.

The man waves casually.

"Hello, Hailey."

Yep, she knows this one.

"Hello, Jimmy. Noise complaint?"

The man nods.

"Noise complaint."

He looks past the woman, peering into the house at the several still-bleeding corpses visible from the door.

"You uhh… you working again?"

She glances thoughtfully at the bodies for a moment, then back at Jimmy. "Nah, just sortin' out some... irreconcilable differences."

He gives the bodies a worried look, then looks back to Hailey, the question clearly on his tongue…