Bullet with a name

Sheamus leaned back in his desk chair, sighing. It had been a long day, but he still had plenty of work to sort out before going to bed. He suddenly wished he'd hired someone to help out dealing with certain matters, but he preferred to do it himself so he knew exactly what was happening, people lie after all. He just wished it wasn't so frustrating and didn't take so long.

He ran a hand through his red hair and got up to get a drink, almost tripping over something. Besides the small light on his desk, the room was completely dark.

Angel carefully moved though the dark house looking for her target. She spotted the light under the door and slowly opened it.

Once Sheamus had finished his drink he frowned, knowing he had to go back and finish his work. He slowly got up from the kitchen table and headed back to his office.

Angel walked into the office, frowning when she didn't see anyone.

When Sheamus got back to his office, he frowned when he saw the door was opened more than he'd left it, unsure if he still had the window open or not, he slowly opened the door, cautious as he went back in.

Angel turned suddenly as the man that was her target entered. She quickly pulled out her knife and went on the attack.

Sheamus froze, not expecting a girl to be in his office, he stumbled backwards into the door, which he'd stupidly closed behind him.

Angel quickly moved in for the kill missing only by a inch.

Sheamus flinched slightly at how close he'd just come to dying because he'd been careless, taking advantage of her miss by grabbing the wrist of her hand she held the knife in.

Angel cursed as he grabbed her wrist and tried to tug it free before aiming a kick to his side.

Swearing, Sheamus stubbornly refused to let go, holding her wrist tighter as he tried to push her away.

Angel cursed again when he didn't let go and she accidently dropped the knife. She tried to tug her wrist as her other hand reached for the knife.

Seeing her drop the knife, Sheamus tried pull her away from it.

Angel cursed loudly as she was pulled away from the knife. She started to tug wildly on her wrist.

Not wanting to have his wrist hurt, Sheamus suddenly let go as she was pulling, hoping the girl would loose her balance.
He may be a mob boss, but Sheamus refused to hurt a girl, so he wasn't going to start kicking like she had before.

Angel wasn't expecting him to let go and she fell backwards.

After seeing her fall, Sheamus was hoping to get back to his desk where the room was lighter and hurried to get there, swearing when he tripped over the pile of books he'd almost fell over when he'd first gotten up.
He'd been too busy panicking just now to have bothered looking where he was going.

Angel hissed as she hit the floor before she started to look for her knife in the dark.

Sheamus slowly started to get up, swearing when his hand touched something sharp, only realising it was the knife after he flung it away from himself.

Angel started for the knife only to feel someone grab her.

Sheamus looked up when he heard someone else come into the room, hoping it was one of his bodyguards, but he couldn't see properly in the dark room.
He got up and carefully made his way over to his desk, holding his injured hand close to his chest, not wanting to hurt it more.

Angel sqirmed against the strong arms holding her before blinking at the sudden light that filled the room.

Sheamus sighed in relief when the light came on, not entirely pleased at how long it had taken his two bodyguards to realise anything was wrong.
He sat down in his chair, still in shock over what almost happened and stared down at his bleeding hand.

Angel sighed when she realized she couldn't free herself. She looked at the man she had tried to kill.

Sheamus frowned, slowly looking back up at the girl his guards held. "Who hired yeh?" He asked, mentally cursing the fact that his bodyguards hadn't even asked if he was ok. He made a mental note to fire them later.