Celest stood, eyes flickering. Her eyes had little flakes of red in them, a rare genetic morph, that only showed when she was really anger. She hopped off the bed, and in the process pulled a pistol from her shoe. She glared at them. "If Sir is here, let him deal with me. I'm sure he'll leave Joshua to you all." She glanced at him, her eyes warning him that she knew what she was doing.
Sir walked into the bedroom from the front door, chuckling. "I see you got a new uniform. Are you his little girl now, A-2?"
Celest glared. "First, I'm older than him. Second, I'm whatever I want to be. And your A-2 is not what I am." She hissed, her hand gripped firmly on the pistol. She felt a dart hit her shoulder, but she did not fall, instead taking a deep breath and not closing her eyes.
Sir's smile faded in an instant. "How did-" he dodged left as Celest pulled the trigger. He noticed the muscle in her finger twitch, so he was just lucky to get away from the deadly shot with just a scrape on his hand.