Spatial Awareness alerted her to motion on one of the nearby watchtowers. It seemed that pausing to philosophize had cost them precious seconds. A man on the tower aimed his rifle over the railing.
More were coming from the main building.
Drawing her pistol in a flash, Anna raised the weapon and squinted as she took aim. She fired once, twice, three times.
Bullets pounded the oncoming group of soldiers, bouncing off body armour and causing the men in front to fall back against their comrades. The others broke formation, running this way and that.
The guy on the tower pivoted to aim at her.
Anna threw herself sideways, rolling through the snow. She came up behind a tree with the pistol in both hands.
Bullets hit the ground where she had been, kicking up rocks and twigs and the like. M
