[ WP ] One grandma , one assault rifle , one mission ...

Mirra leaned heavily on her cane as she glanced down the narrow alleyway. She let her silvered curls fall across her face as leaned forward to take a closer look at the youths gathered in a clump before the decrepit building that housed her grandson. 
 
 `` Youth's...'' she muttered under her breath `` All over 20 and yet they are all so damn young.'' 
 
 50 years in this hell hole of a business and it never seemed to get any easier. Her bones creaked as she started to slowly make her way down the cobbled ground toward that unfortunate gathering. 
 
 `` Hey you are n't allowed down here you crazy old coot!'' One of them shouts with a grin on his face. `` Get out of here before we decide to rough you up.'' 
 
 The group had turned to face her full of sneers and jibes being tossed her way. She stopped about 50 feet away from them and cocked her head to the side slightly. 
 
 `` I'm sorry dearies. I had heard my grandson was down this way so I went looking for him.'' 
 
 `` Well he's not!'' The same youth decreed. He must be a ringleader she quickly surmised. `` So turn around and hobble out NOW!'' he finished while elbowing one of the other youths beside him. 
 
 Sighing heavily she started to turn then quickly turned back toward the group un-slinging the AR-45 that was concealed under her trappings. 
 
 A wave of shock ripped through the face of that ringleader as she silently let loose the hounds of hell contained within that instrument of death. Before any of them could even move to unsheathe a weapon they were all dropped, dead or dying. 
 
 Stepping over the body of the boy that was moments ago yelling at her, a bloodied hand grabbed at her ankles. 
 
 `` Who.. who are you?'' he managed to gasp out. 
 
 Looking down with pity in her deep set eyes she frowned silently and answered. `` just a grandmother. a grandmother coming to visit a grandson that has strayed too far away from a path she could allow.'' 
 
 His hand dropped off her as she pulled forward, slinging her weapon across her back again and pulling out a smaller handgun as she stepped inside. Her face once again going slack putting her memories aside. Time to correct past mistakes.
