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We rolled and dove quickly behind cover, which didn’t give the sniper a chance to aim at us – if he was even still out there.
As we hurriedly dressed, I talked through the problem to get her read on things.
“If there’s a team, there’s probably a guy watching each exit,” I said. “But if there’s only one… what would you do if you were him?”
She scoffed. “Assuming he’s competent? Pull back and get an unobstructed view of anyone approaching.”
“Wanna split up and come in from each side?” I asked. “You take east, I take west, and we regroup behind the hotel if things go to shit?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“One more thing.”
“What?”
“I want your phone number,” I said with a smile. “The last time I didn’t have it, things went very badly.”
She gave me some side-eye but smiled. “Let me take it off airplane mode first.”
She reached into her purse, turned on her cell, and rattled off her phone number. I called her immediately and heard a low vibration.
“Got it,” she confirmed.
“Call me if you get in trouble – or get the shooter.”
Rachel slipped on her black rubber shoes again, and we hid our guns – mine under my jacket, hers under her purse and shoes.
“Why don’t you just leave your high heels behind?” I asked.
She looked at me like I was insane. “These are $3000 Louboutins. No fucking way.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Alright…”
Once we were ready, I moved the dresser away from the door. We cautiously checked the hallway and then exited our room.
“Rachel.”
As soon as she turned to me, I kissed her hard. “Good luck.”
She grinned. “See you soon.”
And we ran in opposite directions down the hallway towards different stairwells.
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Iburst out of the hotel exit and ran away from where the shooter had been.
Once I reached the street behind the hotel, I jogged west and doubled back around.
Now I was on the same block as the shooter – or at least where he’d been ten minutes ago.
I found a fire escape, climbed it, and slowly made my way across the rooftop. The buildings were close enough that I could easily jump from one to the next.
Two minutes later, I found him.
Rather, I saw the barrel of his gun poking over the edge of a rooftop enclosure – one of those little hutches where a stairwell exits onto the roof.
His rifle was aimed at the hotel.
