Within the walls of an old barn, Bonita looked over her Wildfire. Her double hued hair, two shades of purples, was kept neat and tidy. The faint glow of the candles lit up her olive skin. Even though it was broad daylight, the thick canopy and the fact that she did her best to hide the whole of the barn with boards and stuff, blocked out most of the sun's rays. She played her fingers over her gun, like it was her own child. The Spaniard took great pride in her firepower and this weapon gave her all she needed. She was never as accurate as her friend, who was known for her marksmanship. She made up for that with the Wildfire. This little beaut helped get her out of quite a few sticky situations.
'Though, I have Elmyra to thank for most of those situations in the first place.' She thought, rolling her eyes at the memory of her friend's deeds. It was like she had a knack for getting into trouble.
"Code Unicorn." She heard some say, knocking on the door slightly.
Bonita groaned. 'Speak of