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hiding. The boy had also jumped and spun around to see what had caused the noise. In that two second window, Melissa brought the weapon up to aim at the boy. He turned back to her.
     
    “Let me in,” Trent yelled from outside.
     
    Melissa fired. The impact of the bullet shocked him. He looked down. The hand holding the hammer lowered. Melissa held the gun ready should she need to use it again. She caught a look of absolute surprise on Trent’s face.
     
    Blood spread slowly across the floor outward from the boy’s foot. The wound had been a lucky shot. The bullet entered in front of the ankle. His right leg shook and buckled. The hammer fell free from his hand and smacked hard onto the restaurant’s floor, bouncing twice. The boy fell to the floor beside it.
     
    It wasn’t a killing wound. She only wanted to incapacitate him.
     
    Melissa ran past the fallen boy to the back. White aprons hung on the wall just inside the door. She grabbed two and ran back to the bleeding boy.
     
    “Here, wrap your lower leg with the apron’s straps or you’ll die from blood loss.”
     
    Trent reefed on the door behind her. Melissa came up quick and aimed the gun at his head through the window. He stepped back at least two feet.
     
    “Do not fuck with me!” she shouted. She had no idea where this side of her came from, only that now it had escaped she was quite happy to have it.
     
    “Not by a long shot,” he yelled back and pulled out his own weapon.
     
    As fast as he produced the gun he shot it. Glass sprayed out toward her. She screamed and ducked her head, raising her arms to cover herself. When she looked up, Trent was reaching through the broken window to unlock the bolt. An audible click told her he was in.
     
    It all happened too fast. Things were spiraling out of control. She spun and bolted for the back of the restaurant. Two more bullets rang out behind her. One came so close she heard the wind parting as it passed her head. Once she made it into the back room, Melissa, in a frantic gesture that must’ve looked like she was trying to put a fire out, touched herself everywhere searching for a bullet hole. Her hands came back dry.
     
    She ran past the fryer and a well-used wooden chopping table and ducked in beside the freezer door. The large silver handle was cold to the touch. Melissa pulled out the handle and eased the door open to conceal herself behind it near the wall. When they came into the back they’d figure she was hiding in the freezer. She peeked around the edge of the door. No one had followed her into the back yet.
     
    She looked to her right at the hole where orders were passed through from the front. Trent was there, grinning like a pervert with his pants down. The problem wasn’t Trent so much. The problem was his weapon. It was aimed directly at her head. In the second Melissa saw his hand twitch she dropped down and yanked on the freezer door, hoping it would move another foot to conceal her from him. A bullet punched the door about six inches above her head.
     
    She screamed, sprawled out on the floor and pushed off the wall with her legs. The gun extended above her head, her finger yanking on the trigger again and again. Melissa fired in Trent’s general direction. She couldn’t tell if she hit him or not. She lay spread out under the edge of a long metal table that sat like an island in the middle of the restaurant’s kitchen.
     
    She couldn’t hear too well after the popping of the weapons. She wondered if the woman and the girl had driven away in the van yet. Without knowing how to check the gun to see if there were any bullets left, Melissa looked around for a weapon. The closest thing she saw in the back was a knife and that wouldn’t work against a man with a gun.
     
    The freezer door remained wide open. From this angle she could see all the way to the back. She blinked and took a second look. She saw the head and part of a shoulder of the woman who had served her coffee