chapter 35 Luck

Kamala's POV

I stared at her.

Tatyana quickly kneeled down to what I'm assuming is a more than dead guard. She rummaged through his pockets that were slumped next to his unmoving corpse.

"Dammit! He doesn't have an extra gun on him." Tatyana let out a frustrated sound and proceeded to check the rest of his ensemble.

I couldn't believe my ears. She was searching the man she just killed and the only thing that seemed trouble her was that she didn't get ANOTHER gun!

My body felt like it has been torn away from my skin but that was nothing compared to my shock.

"Y-you killed him!" I shouted at her but my broken voice didn't allow me to make my tone very threatening.

"Killed him? What- no. Did hear any gun shots? I knocked him out with the barrel." She replied, her Russian accent slightly faltering but her search for weapons didn't stop. "I wanted to kill him but the fucker was too lazy to load the stupid gun. He didn't even want to waste a bullet on us! What an ass."