The Fighting Nerd

Flashback

Serena slid out her small handgun from her sock, the safety catch was permanently off and it was heavy and loaded in her hand. She drew herself up slowly as to not aggravate her captors, and suddenly took 3 quick shots , each one landing on her preferred targets: the heart, foreheads , and throat.Serena went for the throat first as this disabled her captors ability to cry out to the others, and chances are they were dead before she walked away.
  Serena checked her surroundings, she was standing in the middle of a grey stone cellar, spattered with blood , and now decorated with a corpse.
  "Well, at least it brings a bit of colour to the place..."Serena dryly commented, her voice bringing her comfort.
"Crap!" She thought, "security camera." It was quite obvious, and she was surprised she hadn't noticed it...To be fair, she was probably a bit preoccupied with the near-constant death threats and torture.
  She ran up the stairs, and tore through the house.Just as she heard someone coming closer, the floorboards creaking with every step, she got to the door. Locked. But she wasn't a gang leader for nothing. So, she blew the door off its hinges. She ran into her sleek, Mercedes, which had been conveniently left outside by an her inside man and, tearing up the streets, tore away from the house. It was time to go undercover.