Revolution! Part Four

Ms. Madison walked swiftly along the mostly deserted streets of Canary Wharf, her heels tapping urgently on the tarmac. She searched the darkness, where people appeared as shadows against the blazing lights, one hand still on her handbag gun.

The place was taller than it was high, and Ms. Madison wondered just how she was supposed to find the bad guys. But she was the Green Man's secretary and field agent. She knew she could make it. Or at least she could take a good crack at it.
Out of the corner of her eye, Ms. Madison saw a movement. She followed it, slowing but not stopping, trying her hardest not to reveal that she had seen it. Then she saw the thng dart out of the darkness.

"Hold it!" Ms. Madison drew her gun, letting the street light glint on it. "I could kill you right now!"

"You're not a cop!" the person sneered, going for his gun.

"You know what," Ms. Madison laughed, "I'm not." She disarmed him with a shot that shattered his hand. "And I don't think you are, either."

The man looked down, stunned, at his destroyed hand. The blonde moved forward, looking amused, shaking her head.

Before Ms. Madison could interrogate him, a gunshot sent her scurying for cover. The man took to his feet, being followed by a number of others, one of them carring a pistol. Ms, Madison disarmed that man with another shot, before taking pursuit, diving down towards a local underground station.