Mr. Wick ( John Wick x Female Character)

Chapter Part 18: Locked Down Ambush Prt. 1

Everything would've been fine, if Sofia hadn't alerted them of a breakthrough the frontal system of her home.

'Shit, I'm sorry Sofia!'

John had quickly grabbed his gun and holster but Sofia laughed, 'remember what I said when we first met?'
John smiled, 'you were born ready', he pointed upstairs and look at Stacey, 'try and get to the next level, hide somewhere, Sofia and I will take care of this'.

I sure hope you do, and get out of it alive!

Stacey may have recovered, she knew she still had to be careful, there was no time to damage herself any further and become a liability. 

'Shit!'

She pumped her legs as she scaled the stairs, her adrenalin was pumping.
The last place she would hide would be the bedroom, so she moved futher down the hall and came across a closed polished door.

What's up with people with polished doors?

She pressed her hand against and pressed gently, to her delight, it swung open, as if greeting her.
When she took a step inside she felt the cool air engulf her. She took in everything around her, get yourself together! She quickly closed the door and locked it.

Would that give it away? That it was locked, or would it be good to leave it unlocked?

She fought herself, but chose to lock it, hoping that her decision was right, and even if it wasn't, she would have to think of an escape plan.
There was only one window.

Fuck the one windows, seriously?

She had watched enough movies to know that one window was bad. But right now, she wasn't in a movie, this was reality and she could die and never come back.

John, you better not fucking get yourself killed.

She panicked the moments she heard gunshots, fuck fuck fuck! She scrambled around, hoping to any place to hide... The table! There was also a second plan. Make sure that the window is accessible, if needed.
She pulled the knob at the bottem and she heard a satisfying click as the window opened.
Footsteps made her panick even more, and she knew she wasn't going to see John anytime soon. So she threw herself under the table when she heard the door knob wiggle.
Her heart pounded against her rib cage and she had to cover her ears the moment the stranger shot the lock open. The door creaked open and Stacey listened carefully. The person was inside the room with, and roaming around slowly.

'I know you're in here'.

He chuckled.

'Rookie mistake with locking the door, but also smart to not hide in the bedroom'.

Oh for fucksake!

Stacey glanced over to the window and wondered if she would have enough time to swing it open and jump out. It was worth a shot, so she readied her, but just as she looked up, her head gently brushed against something cold, felt like metal as well. She managed to twist her head and see what she had knocked and her heart almost stopped. 
She had never touched a gun, but action movies helped her out immensly.
Stacey slowly and quietly took the gun, she even spotted the bullets next to it.

Thank you so much Sofia!

Loading it terrifying, because she knew it would be loud, but there was enough time.
The man had reached the office table where she was hiding when she had loaded the gun and unclipped the saftey trigger.
The table was ripped off from the top of her and she twisted her body around and pulled the trigger.