( Second Floor )
Tommy saw the opening and took it. Close up, with no wind, her aim was significantly better than before, so she lifted her gun. She was usually a nice person, and usually kind of a coward, but this was Riptide. Riptide had killed her family and then had the gall to come back to life.
She pulled the trigger, taking the recoil from the gun like someone who'd taken the time to get used to it. Pulling away from Kurt, Tommy was only making her way closer, plugging rounds into Riptide's head at close range and just kept on going. Making sure he wouldn't get up again. It was cold, it was heartless, and Tommy didn't feel like she had any other choice.