Cliched Female Brings the Pain 3/30/17

Megan's first heist happened when she was 15 years old. She'd only recently run away to the big city, and she was trying to make some sort of name for herself in the criminal social circles. Most legitimate crews didn't really take her seriously. To them, she was just a kid with a flashy gun who was all talk. She didn't even get to show them how wrong they were. Instead, she decided to aim for the smaller, more inconsequential crews. She cornered men and women in bars, she walked around dark alleyways, she did anything, just to get someone to pay attention to her. Yet no one did. Even the ones as new as her laughed in her face or walked away.

Eventually, she had enough. If no one would listen to her, then she would make them listen. 

She planned it perfectly. She'd trailed some backwater crew who had made fun of her one too many times. She'd hung around enough pages in the last week to understand what they were doing. The heist seemed pretty simple. There was a bank on the edge of town, faraway from the police station. Two of them would go inside and blow a hole in the side of the vault. The leader would be waiting by the car, foot hovering over the pedal. Another guy would be waiting a few blocks down with a backup vehicle, in case anything got wrong or they were split up. They didn't even have anyone to cover them. Idiots. Megan watched them through the window of a store across the street before slipping to the roof. She set up her state of the art rifle that she'd stolen in her hometown. She peered down at the scurrying people before pulling a ski mask over her face (just in case). The two men walked into the bank, and minutes later, she heard gunshots and shouting. She laughed at the panicked people below her. Only a few minutes later, much earlier than expected, she heard sirens from a few streets away. She grinned, excitedly. Finally, she'd be able to show what she was made of. The first cop car spun around the corner just as the two guys came barreling out of the bank. They shot at the growing number of cop cars speeding towards them. Megan laughed at their shaky hands, and then she began. Her first shot landed a bullet right through the first driver's head. The car spun out of control, almost immediately. The crew's heads spun around, looking for the source of the shot, but Megan was no longer paying attention of them. She calmly and quickly took out three more cop cars, forming an effective pileup. The next officers couldn't get around the wreckage, so they had to get out of their car. This made Megan's self-proclaimed job even easier. She mowed through the cops even faster, and she was very proud of herself until a bullet wizzed past her ear. She whipped her head around to look at the leader of the crew, who had come from the car to help. He stared at her with anger, but he was no match for Megan, without even thinking, shot a warning shot past his ear. He flinched, but his expression didn't change. Megan set her attention back on the task at hand. Before long, the cars stopped coming and she began to pack up her things. She made her way down the building, arriving in the alleyway to find herself surrounded by the crew. She was immediately thrown against a wall.
"Who are you?" The leader shouted at her like she was the enemy and not all the people she just killed for them. Megan rolled her eyes, slipping off her ski mask as enjoying the look of surprise that washed over their faces.
"Maybe next time you won't judge someone's skill before you've even seen it." She lightly patted his cheek and easily slipped out of his grip, slinging her duffel bag over her shoulder nonchalantly. He stuttered, failing to thank if anything to say. Megan laughed. "You're welcome by the way. You almost definitely would have died if I wasn't there to save you." She began to walk away.
"Wait," the man said. She stopped, not even bothering to turn around. "We're sorry for not taking you seriously. Would you like to be a part of our crew? Then we can start paying you back." Megan sighed, before turning back to look the man in the eye.
"Consider this your payment: spread the word. Make my name known, and maybe I'll save your life again in the future." The man cocked his head but nodded. "Thanks, dude." She shot him a sarcastic thumbs up before turning around a corner and disappearing from sight.