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The heavens opened. The canopy sang. The rain sheeted in diagonal waves on the wind. And out of the darkness came light. Bright, piercing light as Alice moved behind the muzzle of Don's duty weapon. Free from its pins, her hair lay messy and free over her shoulders. She held the flashlight out one side. The pistol out in front. She shuttled between trees, firing on the run. A zigzag through the woods, enough to take the tactical advantage.
Finding cover, she reached an arm around a tree trunk and fired off a round, putting one of the men down. A direct hit to the abdomen.
She moved again, across the path to the next tree, her back up against the black, wet bark.
She spun out low around the left side, beating the next gunman to the punch. He took a bullet through the heart, collapsin
