“One way out,” she said. I know now that she meant death. I thought she had meant this gauntlet.
I leap into an alcove. Flashes and bullets. I dive, sliding to the next door. I stand, decide not to wait, push off the wall, run.
Finally, I’m huddled beneath the window. Ten feet more and then freedom.
I take a breath, hold it, skitter across the floor and a bullet slams into my thigh. A laser burns my neck. I drop and exhale. Another bullet hits my knee. A laser blast burns the truth into my gut; she was right.