Snippet #1666850

Abegail let Walter pull her out of the airport. She was thankful that he had ordered the cab. Although it was at the curb it seemed so very far away.

"You can do it Abby..." she ran with Walter. His grip on her arm giving her the courage to keep moving. The noise around her was almost deafening. People murmuring, commenting, the sound of his shoes and her breath as she ran.

With a strong shove by Walter the doors opened in front of them. Then she heard the shots. Gunshots. Three, no four. He was going to hit someone and while she hoped it wasn't an innocent she also prayed it would be her or Walter.

As the ran Abegail brace for what she was sure was going to be pain as one of the bullets was sure to hit her. She had always heard it was easier to hit a moving target and moving they were. No pain. "Oh sweet angels above..." Abegail dove into the car. She put her head down on her knees and braced herself. Her suitcase and briefcase dropped haphazardly on the floor in front of her.

"Get us the hell of here man!"

Abegail heard Walter yell at the driver and she wanted to echo his sentiments but chose to keep her head down instead.

As the car drove off Abegail lifted her head. She dared a peak out of the back window. The man stood watching them drive away. The sneer on his face sent Abby's stomach churning. She was positive they would see him again.

"Are ye hurt? Did he hit ye? The bastard stopped me in the ladies. I hit him with me briefcase and made a run for it. I'm sorry I ran inta ye but I'm na sorry. Thanks to ye."

Abegail's accent was thick and heavy. She didn't care. Walter had just gotten her out of there and she'd thank him properly again once she knew he was okay and she had caught her breath again.

Abegail looked Walter over, looking for signs a bullet had hit him at all. Not finding any obvious marks and not wishing to seem overly friendly she let it be. Abegail sat attempting to catch her breath. When she felt it was sufficiently under control she turned to Walter. "He told me I was going with him. I ran. I doubt very much that going with him would have helped our task."