"Shit," Ronnie curses. Being shot at for entering a damn warehouse wasn't on her to-do list for today. She has to assume that Anita is all right, since her friend didn't make a sound after the shot. Her own eyes stay where that movement had been in the windows, but the shot itself had come from elsewhere. A quick scan of the room reveals someone ducking out of view before she can click off the safety of her gun and aim effectively.
"Gunman. Stairs at 2 o'clock."
She hopes Anita has a plan of some sort, 'cause running out into that room looks like fucking suicide at this point.
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Date: 2009-11-07 10:55 pm (UTC)"Gunman. Stairs at 2 o'clock."
She hopes Anita has a plan of some sort, 'cause running out into that room looks like fucking suicide at this point.