She dashed across the room. Bullets ricocheted off the walls and ground, in a vain attempt to catch her. She dove for the only piece of cover, an overturned pool table. The rounds continued to chase after her, but thankfully, the table was thick enough to stop them dead mid-flight.
Agent Sophia Felix checked the ammo of her personal sidearm. Only half of the magazine was left. She was going to have to make the shots count. But the fire was too intense on the other side of the table. Sophia had no choice, but to blind-fire over the edge of her cover. She popped a few rounds off. A scream of pain told her that her gamble paid off.
She popped out from behind her cover, just enough to target the nearest thug. He noticed her in the same instant. Just as he was raising his gun, she fired. The round smacked him in the shoulder, knocking him off his feet. Another thug noticed his comrade fall, but instead he dove for cover behind the bar.
She saw her chance and made