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aside. "Stay away from the door," she ordered as she pushed open the door to her room. When no bullets answered the action D.J. took a deep breath and dove inside. |
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The large window overlooking the parking lot sported a gaping hole. As far as D.J. could tell, the room now stood empty. She got up and sprinted to the ruined window, then peeked outside. The sun limped over the horizon, gracing the parking lot with enough light to reveal its emptiness. |
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"Stay here," she shouted to McCall and vaulted through the broken window. Just as she landed on the ground, a black van screeched into the parking lot. "Hell's bells," she muttered, searching for a place to hide. The Explorer parked at the front entrance was the only cover available, and the car sat too far away to reach before the van came upon her. |
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I won't go down without a fight, she thought, and planted her feet astride. She brought the gun up, arms straight out in front of her, and fired ten shots in rapid succession at the approaching van. |
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The driver fired back, but he couldn't shoot and avoid her fire at the same time. D.J. heard four shots from the van's driver before he began to zigzag through the lot in an attempt to avoid her more accurate fire. One shot shattered the back window, three others made neat holes in a side door, and the rest didn't find their mark. The van fishtailed out of the parking lot and accelerated up the street. Frustrated, D.J. fired her remaining six shots at the rear of the van, even though the vehicle had moved out of range. |
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A thunk next to her foot made D.J. jump into the |
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