Jennifer looked over the map, confused about the markings but being sure the stong line across several of the buildings was the cartographer's destination. Jennifer wondered if it was Eli's work or a trap made by another competitor. After locating herself on the map, she took a deep breath before setting out towards Eli's destination. If he was going there, he had a reason.
Cutting through buildings, Jennifer was making good time. Turned out that eating nothing but salad and vitamins and running every day did more for her than just looking pretty. She leapt over low fences and clambered up ladders with ease and finesse, rolling with each landing to preserve momentum and lessen impact.
She was in the zone as she heard gunfire break out uncomfortably close by. She tried to stop her heart pounding in her ears long enough to pinpoint the location when the shooters decided to fire a continual stream.
Jennifer rested her chin on the lip of the building to look out at the warehouse just as a familiar face crashed through the windows on the east side. Eli was agressively firing his rifle over his head, oblivious to the men rushing around the south side to get a clear shot at him.
As the only person who hadn't exhibited immediate violence towards her, Jennifer was having trouble holding herself back from helping him. If she was going to be eliminated, helping someone that both wanted to be here and deserved to stay might be the best way.
With those thoughts in her head, and fighting all logical thought and instinct, Jennifer pulled her handgun up and tried to remember everything she had ever heard of firearms. "Line up the sights... squeeze, don't pull... hold your breath..." And so she did, taking a deep breath before firing a round.
Blind luck, or a hidden natural skill, Jennifer's gunshot took out the leader of the men working their way east. She was amazed by her victory, kneeling awestruck on top of the roof as the gang below frenzied at the prospect of a new gunman. She saw Eli looking at her just a moment before she snapped back into reality and threw herself back onto the roof. The rooftop's edge exploded into a mess of powder as the gunfire overcame it, and Jennifer knew that she had made a difference.
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Virtually Existent
Ficção CientíficaVirtually Existent is dedicated to Siobhan and Angela. Without their encouragement and support this story wouldn't have become what it is.
