Sandra sat in the back of the Chinese restaurant. Her meal wasn’t that bad, considering the restaurant might have been a front for organized crime. Laying in front of her were two fortune cookies. Sandra hated fortune cookies. They were always stale and flavorless, but the restaurant was all out of egg tarts, and Sandra had a craving for dessert. But, begrudging, she opened the first cookie. At least I can read a crappy fortune, Sandra thought to herself. So she picked up the tiny sliver of paper.

             “Now is the time to try something new.”

Interesting. Sandra was going to try out something new tonight. Though about, yes. Practiced many times. But she had never attempted it before. She ate the cookie. It tasted disgusting as always. Sandra looked at her phone and checked the time. 11:55 p.m. She sighed deeply and realized she had five minutes to compare what was about to come next mentally. She looked down at the second cookie. She elected to crush this one in the palm of her hand. Dumping the crumbs onto the table, she read the second fortune.

             “You will be an inspiration to others.”

With the events about to transpire, Sandra would be surprised if someone in the city wasn’t made aware of them in the next twenty-four hours. She would also be surprised if her actions did not immediately impact the town and its inhabitants. Her hand gravitated towards the duffle bag on her right. The server never questioned the bag or what contents were inside—a big mistake. The server had nothing to worry about, though. He wasn’t her target.

Sandra rechecked her phone. 12:00 a.m. The time has come. She got up from the table, pulled the duffle bag over her shoulder, and laid down the cash. As Sandra closed the restaurant door behind her, she checked the content of her bag. A Colt M1911A1, an FN M249E2 SAW, several grenades, and a katana. She pulled the katana out and slung it over her torso. The bastards behind the bombings, the shootings, and the countless cold-blooded murders all over the city would be put to rest tonight. Sandra would make sure to work on that. It was their fault, she thought to herself. They shouldn’t have bombed her favorite coffee shop if they didn’t want to have her target on their backs. As Sandra made her way down the street, she couldn’t help but smile.

After this, no one would fuck with her coffee again.