"Crap! crap! Crap!" Mafia hissed as she کبوتر for cover under a truck. Bullets ricocheting from the metal. She laid on the ground taking deep breaths. She hated doing this sometimes. Then she made another run for it, red hair like a sail behind her. Suddenly a shot rang, louder than the ones before, and Mafia hit the floor with an 'oomph'. She groaned at the pain racing from her left shoulder down her arm. She pulled her hand back, covered in sticky red blood. "ugh..shot..again." Mafia sighed, and jumped back to her feet. And ran. Trying her best to get to a zeta tube in time before she became uncoordinated. She finally found one, hidden in an alley covered in metal. But if آپ had the eye for it, you'd spot it. Mafia concentrated and phased through the metal and into the zeta tube.
Mafia arrived, panting and making a beeline for the medical bay. "I hate getting shot." She whispered, she pulled off her shirt, and began to clean and dress her wound. Once she bandaged it, she pulled her شرٹ, قمیض over her face, and laid there. And being as tired as she was, she fell asleep.
Who knew how long it was, she Mafia felt hands..on her breasts, she let out a blood curling shout, and swung her foot out, kicking whoever was there in the face with her heel. She heard uneven footsteps of trying to regain balance, a crash, and a clatter of medical equipment fall to the floor. She pulled a gun from shoe, and aimed, finally pulling off the شرٹ, قمیض from her face.
Sitting on the floor, in a dazed state, was Twan. She scowled. Gunfire looked up at her, "What was that for?" Mafia snapped, "I didn't know it was you." Gunfire stood up, brushing himself off. Mafia jumped from the cot, and slung her شرٹ, قمیض over her shoulder, the uninjured one.
Mafia walked out briskly as Gunfire followed, "But sweetie!" he wailed, grabbing her wrist.
Mafia was tired, weired out, felt slight molested (even though it was her boyfriend), and not in a good mood. In fact she had been in a bad mood since she tripped over بھیڑیا in the morning and Garfield switched the salt and sugar, and she had a salty coffee.
So the moment she felt his hand on her wrist, she pulled back and backhanded him. And for good measure, kicked him in the chest.
She didn't bother for a reaction, she was not happy.
She stomped to an empty room that held nothing but a bed, and fell down onto it. She ignored the frenzied fists to her door, and fell asleep once more, without the worry that someone would walk in.

(i did this random one shot while seeing Alex and Twan agruing about who's butt Mafia would be kicking اگلے if certain things were said. Gunfire کہا she was only kicking his butt, then Alex retorted that soon Mafia would be kicking Twan's too. So lols, i made this..hope آپ enjoyed.
Note: Mafia is very moody, مزید so than usual, but its a snake thing. So maybe آپ understand, maybe its only me who noticed the snake behavior but eh..animal nerd over here.)