A long time ago. Yeah, that was the truth or as close to it as could be got. If Nikita actually had a decent sense of aim then Missy knew she would have wound up dead back in New York. Which could not have happened if only because then Kristen would have been left alone. And the poor girl did not deserve that on top of everything else that had happened in her life. Sighing, Missy hit the back of her head against the wall while she listened to Nikita. Them fighting face to face was not fair, not by any measure of the word. Not only could Nikita not shoot a fish in a barrel but Missy was not going to just off and shoot her. She should, but that did not mean she would. In some things, Missy was remarkably unintelligent.
"Oh please," Missy sneered as she stood, gun in hand. Nikita was across the room, no way she was going to hit her from there. By the time she got close enough Missy could be out the door. Long gone. "Like I'm hiding because I'm afraid you're going to be able to shoot me. You should be the one hiding if you don't want to die, mate." One squeeze of the trigger and there would be a silver bullet buried in Nikita's forehead. One squeeze. She had done harder things when she was training with her family. Missy's hand wavered a little. "Kristen would be upset if I killed you." That was why she had not shot her yet, of course it was. Her little sister looking at her with those huge blue eyes and crying because her new friend was dead. That was it exactly.