“With pleasure,” Rita beamed, holding what looked like a lightweight sniper rifle. For sport, of course.
The humor was lost on Lisa. "You want me to run. For a fake bird. While someone’s armed. And try not to die?”
“Think of it as… good cardio.”
“Hm.” Lisa narrowed her eyes.
Rosalind smirked. “On your mark.”
“Oh, come on….”
“Go!”
The mechanical sound of the launcher echoed as the bird shot into the air. Lisa took off after it, coughing immediately at the dry air in her lungs. She hadn’t run like this since high school gym class, and even then, she cheated half the time.
But she did run like this to escape Luis this morning. Was the heavens testing her? Lisa didn't want to know the answer. She dodged left, then right, as the stupid bird made a curved dive toward the netting.
Her
