Little Miss Wrath

Intro

John's been watching her for a while now blowing up his silos taking out his men. Less than a week ago Hope County was peaceful, pleasant even, then this. A little girl in a mask ruining his entire fucking establishment. He growls in frustration watching yet another tape of her gliding through the trees her fingers gently holding the trunks as she leans around to find her vantage point, hazel eyes searching every detail. He couldn't deny she was captivating. The way her body moved so effortlessly the rise of the bow, the flight of the arrow, the thump of the lifeless body. He turned away he couldn't take it anymore she had her fun now its time for his, he picks up his radio pushing down the button with force 

"Well hello little huntress what are you trying to destroy this time?" he sits for what feels like hours in reality a couple of seconds starting to doubt that she'll even answer. 

"Not sure hot shot maybe your ranch next?" Her deep tones flow to his ear as his muscles tense both from the first time hearing the voice of the sinner trying to destroy everything he's built accompanied with the bold threat. 

"Cute, you know you've had your fun I think its time for mine, don't worry my men will find you. I'll see you soon for your confession, we'll see how feisty you are face to face." The radio falls silent as John pinches the bridge of his nose before setting out to instruct his men.