Snippet #1840727

Gracie had hit the floor and let out a sigh of frustration as she realized the magnitude of the situation. She never had heavy weaponry on her … ever. It was easier to escape, considering she was small, light, and fast. But in this situation, it most likely will get her killed if she tries to run. “Do you have any other weapons I could use? Because I’d rather not die here, and with my weaponry, I’d might as well start writing my will now.” Gracie paced a circle around the floor, trying to think of an escape route. This wasn’t in her plan. She thought that she would be in and out within a few minutes. But the information had been way off, the amount of men the drug lord had, their weapon amount and how good they were. There must have been a fluke, a mole, someone who was telling them what the drug lord wanted them to hear. Why don’t you ask for help, he has more experience than you, her inner voice said. "Like I would, this is easy. We've been in tougher. That means that I can think of an easy way out. Now ..." But another rain of bullets came through the wall, making her drop to the floor like a rock, only two bullets grazing her right shoulder slightly.